The five of us spent the most decent four years of college into a game.
When I say "we", I mean a captain who passed the 211 postgraduate course but never wanted to touch CS again, a breakthrough player who failed many subjects and only tried to be a hero in the game, a freelancer who forgot to fill out the answer sheet and fell into double trouble, calculated the optimal solution and couldn't find happiness, a rich second-generation sniper who was so afraid of breaking up that he sent training invitations to the group every day, and an assistant who was the most talented but was willing to throw flash bombs to four seniors.
The school is so ordinary, so ordinary that when I play in the college league, I get laughed at by people saying, "What kind of roadside is this?"
But we won the championship. During my sophomore year, Zhao Yiming pulled me up from my chair and roared so loudly that the whole building heard it.
Now a senior. Zhao Yiming threw the registration link into the group and said it was the last year. I replied "report", but what I didn't say was - after this fight, I left.
Before graduation, the old president said: The first endgame in life begins when you leave school. No one was listening at the time. Now I understand every one of them.
Some want to stay, some want to leave. But there is no right or wrong in the endgame, only choices.
Five guys, a farewell game, and one last "Rush B."
Praise yourself