Based on the inspiration from the comment area of dy blogger (Uncle Hong Kong)
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The 32-year-old Zhou Chen was once a figure in the national uniform that made the entire e-sports circle unable to lift its head.
Fifteen years ago, he suddenly disappeared, his account was extinguished, and his glory was gone.
Five years later, he was kicked out by his ex-wife on the grounds that "playing games has no future". He lived alone with his 11-year-old daughter Xiaoman, running around the streets on rainy nights every day and making a living by delivering food.
As my daughter grew up, she became obsessed with "Brother Jinbiao Jing" who could lead her to the top.
In her eyes, her father is just a useless delivery man who can neither give her glory nor face.
When Xiaoman shouted in front of the Huangmao Squad, "I will leave with him even if we break off the relationship," Zhou Chen didn't get angry or preach.
He just suppressed his sadness and made one last bet to his daughter:
"I will pick five of them by myself. If you win, you come home with me."
Late at night, the account that had been idle for fifteen years was logged in again.
The moment the dim avatar lights up, the strongest mirror in the past national server has officially returned.
The battlefield of mirrors opens, and the afterimages of the Flying Thunder God erupt one after another.
The gold-labeled mirror that Huang Mao is so proud of is nothing more than a child's trick in front of the real national costume.
Zhou Chen took one shot at a time, cutting across five people, showing off to the point where the other party hung up, and the whole network was in a state of excitement.
The video went viral, and the takeaway man's true identity was frantically discovered.
Some people scolded him for the script, and some questioned the substitute, but when he opened the dusty account again, all the old players heard the sound of the old god returning.
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