When Shen Mo slapped the retirement application form on the manager's desk, her cell phone rang. On the screen was his wife's number, but what was answered was a man's voice: I have your wife in my hand, and I'll give you your championship trophy in exchange. He smiled. He didn't recognize the fake match three years ago, and he wouldn't recognize it now. Back at the Internet cafe, He Lanshan handed him a cigarette: I can take care of the hand problem. But it's only enough for you to play a season. Is one season enough? Silence extinguishes the cigarette: enough to lift the sky.
