On the bench of the "Peak Battlefield" professional league, Su Chen spent three years guarding the water cooler. The day before the contract expired, the manager slapped a termination agreement in front of him. "You're dying, Su Chen. Your reaction time is 0.2 Seconds slower, your hand speed has dropped to 350, and your training match winning rate is at the bottom of the team." That night, he left the base with the cardboard box in his arms, and the last message popped up on his phone - his mother's dialysis fee for next month was still 8,000 yuan short. The recruitment notice in the Internet cafe downstairs was blurred by the rain: food and accommodation included, monthly salary of 3,000, please do not disturb me as a trainee. Su Chen opened the door and the boss glanced up at him: "Can you repair computers?" He shook his head. "Then there is a cleaning club, right?" In front of the computer in the corner, a yellow-haired boy slapped the table and cursed: "This support dish looks like a human machine!" On the screen, the enemy mage's skill trajectory was slowly advancing at 0.75 Times the speed. Su Chen put down the cardboard box and put his fingers on the keyboard. It turned out that he was not slow. It was the whole world that suddenly slowed down.
