[Is selling starch sausages better than gaming? That night, I transferred five thousand yuan. My dad fell silent.]
At seventeen, in the corner of an internet cafe, Lu Ran awakens an S+ talent: [Absolute Gun Sense].
In front of a room full of customers, his father, Lu Jianguo, slaps a greasy starch sausage down on the keyboard and scoffs, “Instead of wasting your time pressing keys, why not come sell sausages with me? I can make 450 yuan in one night. Can you?”
Lu Ran doesn't argue. He quietly opens a livestream and registers the ID:
[Starch Sausage War God].
That night, he lands a five-kill flick, breaks the internet cafe's record with a 0.3-second quickscope, and his livestream audience explodes from three people to thirty thousand! Gift earnings: ¥8,247.
At four in the morning, Lu Ran transfers five thousand yuan straight to his father, with the note: Tonight's earnings.
His father refuses to back down: “That money came from some shady source! You'll lose it all sooner or later!”
The next day, at the internet cafe's city tournament, Lu Ran crushes the competition 13–2, stunning the judges with a 0.25-second quickscope. Wang Zhen, a youth team coach from the Xingyao team, comes in person with an eye-watering offer: a 500,000-yuan signing bonus, a 50,000-yuan monthly salary, and an immediate tryout!
His father panics, blocks the entrance to the internet cafe, and shouts with red eyes, “If you go, don't ever call me your father again! You think you can make a living gaming forever?!”
Lu Ran looks him straight in the eye, his gaze pitch-black, his voice cold as ice:
“You said gaming was worse than selling starch sausages. Now I make more in one night than you do in three months.”
“I'll stand on the biggest stage in the world and make sure everyone remembers my name.”
