This is a story about DOTA and youth.
"My dream is to win the college league championship!"
"For the promise I made to myself, I must win this game!"
"Yes, there is still one percent hope. No, what do you think our chances of winning are?"
"I can't open my heart. I don't want to cause you more harm in the future. I'm sorry..."
"What I like to see most is when my enemy turns into a resurrection time in the upper right corner of the screen! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Dad, you put your unfinished dreams in me, can't you tolerate your son's humble dreams that extend beyond your dreams?"
There is no Ame, no Maybe, and no Fy here, but there are still many masters.
This place is different from reality, but reflects every bit of life.
There are no harem stallions here, only the purest passion and emotion!
The curtain of the story is about to begin...
