My mother spent two thousand yuan to send me to cure my Internet addiction.
What she doesn't know is that my game rank is in the top 500 in the national server.
What I didn't even know was that after the coach tested my reaction speed, his face turned green.
"135 Milliseconds? This is his first time touching the device!"
That night, the managers of the three clubs blocked the door of the guest house, each shouting for a higher signing fee than the other.
My mother was dumbfounded: "No... I'm here to cure Internet addiction?"
I picked the poorest coach.
For no other reason than because he asked me: "Do you want to prove that you are useful, or do you want to prove to them?"
I said, "I want them all."
Later, I entered the professional league with the ID of "Starch Intestine".
The screen in the live broadcast room was flooded: Is this name serious?
Yes, seriously.
This name was what my mother said when she scolded me - "How can I get ahead by playing games? I might as well set up a stall and sell starch sausage!"
I want her to see with her own eyes whether the "embarrassing" son she calls him is embarrassed when he stands on the stage in a stadium with thousands of people and holds the championship trophy.
League debut, won.
I called my mother: Mom, have you seen me?
In the evening she sent a photo - my game was being broadcast on the TV screen.
Later, she came to the scene for the first time, sat in the last row, and wore a mask.
Later, she bought three tickets and my dad came too.
