When I won the world championship three years ago, I beat five professional players to the point of being shut down by myself.
Three years later, I served tea and water in the university e-sports club, and the whole club called me the mascot.
The president yelled at the command, the newcomer showed up and had a confrontation, and his head was shaved eight times by Dalian, the worker next door, in a friendly match.
I didn't intend to be exposed.
Real.
There is Coke in the refrigerator and air conditioning in the activity room. I can do this logistical job until I retire.
Until he came.
A former tactical analyst for a professional team and a second-year graduate student, he has been looking for me for two years and always says to everyone he meets, "Chi Yuan changed my life."
His office is next to mine, and he borrows a stapler from me every day.
I said I am handicapped and don't play games.
He said, well, when you said "I won't play games" last time, your eyes were hiding.
I didn't hide.
It's the Coke that's too cold.
Later in the finals, when the team was trailing 2-0, the opponent typed on the public channel: "Practice more if you are good."
I put the milk tea on the table and sat in the gaming chair.
In three minutes, all five people on the opposite side were wiped out. The barrage exploded on the spot.
The commentator stood up and yelled out my pre-retirement ID.
I took off my headphones and said to the audience:
"Whoever said it just now should practice more."
