My esports career was completely ended by a pause button. My teammates stabbed me in the back, my team went into hiding, and the contract trap kicked me into the abyss - Chu Jianshan, the "champion disaster" three years ago, is now sitting in the corner of an Internet cafe eating instant noodles, and can't even touch the door of the second-tier youth training camp. No one knows that I still have that damn tactical core chip in my head that can pre-read all enemy moves. They laughed at my degraded hand speed, and I laughed at them for not being able to understand the true dimension of this version. Starting from the Internet cafe audition to split the team, I want to use the slowest operation to win the fastest game.
