On the championship chair, the lights poured down like molten gold, making the golden trophy almost burn to the eyes. Thirty thousand people in the audience shouted in unison, and the sound was like a wave, hitting the dome of the e-sports stadium one after another, making the floor tremble. The spotlights flashed crazily, and the cameras gathered around like a swarm. Reporters crowded outside the guardrail, shouting hoarsely, just to capture that moment - the moment when Qi Ye took off his helmet.
He stood up, moving slowly as if he were dismantling an old thing. The black e-sports uniform fits the body shape, the shoulder line is as straight as a blade, the sweat is not dry, and there are still water droplets hanging on the ends of the hair, but there is no trace of embarrassment. He raised his hand and touched the edge of the helmet with his fingertips. The metal was slightly cold, but he seemed to have touched some old dream that had long since decayed.
