When she was sixteen, Yu Feixia only went to an Internet cafe with her friends.
She thought it was noisy and the air was bad, so she sat down just to wait for a cup of milk tea. Until the exorcist on the screen holding a war scythe passed through the crowd——
She suddenly felt that he seemed quite handsome.
So I got an account card, Yuxue Tingzhong.
And everything that followed.
Her hands are not very fast, and were even considered an obvious shortcoming in the professional training camp. But she can always memorize the map earlier than others, find the escape route earlier, and guess where the opponent will appear from.
Others asked her why.
Yu Feixia herself couldn't explain clearly.
From Xi'an to Guangzhou, from Blue Rain training camp to Team Void, it took her a long time to understand that professional players do not have to turn themselves into a person without flaws.
Sometimes, it's okay to go slow.
Just think one step ahead of the other person.
Later, Yu Feixia learned that some people will become friends, some people will slowly pass by before they have time to start, and some people will still be missed because they are too young after they truly come into life.
She has won, cried, and also personally chose to leave the game when she was most reluctant to leave.
A few years later, when she reopened the door to the Glory League, this time she was no longer sitting in the game.
Glory does not stop for anyone.
Neither did she.
But after many years have passed, those stories about Lan Yu's humid rainy nights, the lights in the void training room, the love of young people and the short but bright years on the field will still be remembered together with that name——
Yu Xue listens to the bell.
When I listened to the snow, I was a young man.
