At three o'clock in the morning, "Extreme Speed" Internet cafe.
The air is filled with the weird smell of instant noodles, cigarette butts and dusty warm air blowing out of the machine's heat vents all year round. Keyboard clicks, mouse clicks, and players shouting and cursing in excitement or frustration form a never-tiring cacophony of background sounds.
The camera was in the corner against the wall, and the cold white light of the screen reflected an expressionless young face.
Lin Ran wore headphones, blocking out most of the noise. He tilted his head slightly, his left hand resting firmly on the keyboard, and his right hand holding the mouse. His movements were small but almost mechanically precise. On the screen, the Lord of Shadow Stream "Jie" he controlled was fighting for the thirteenth time in the middle with the opponent's Wind Swordsman "Yasuo".
Blood volume exchange, skill prediction, movement and pulling. Every detail is meticulous to the extreme.
Suddenly, Yasuo's body lit up with an upgraded light, he learned his ultimate move in seconds, and a blast of wind roared out!
Almost at the same frame, Lin Ran's calamity turned into three black shadows and dispersed, escaping from being knocked back by the edge of the wind wall. The next second, the black shadows closed together, and a set of WEQ combos that were as standard as a textbook were ignited, and Yasuo, who had just upgraded to level 6 and was about to kill with the wind, was frozen in front of the black and white screen.
First Blood!
