When Yu Feixia was sixteen, she went to an internet cafe just to keep a friend company.
She thought it was too loud and the air was terrible. She only sat down to wait for a milk tea. Then the exorcist wielding a battle scythe crossed through the crowd on her screen
And suddenly she thought he was kind of cool.
So she created the account Yu Xue Ting Zhong.
And everything that followed.
Her hands weren't especially fast. In fact, at the professional training camp, they were a clear weakness. But she could always memorize the map a little earlier than others, find an escape route a little earlier, and guess a little earlier where her opponent would appear.
People asked her why.
Yu Feixia couldn't explain it either.
It took her a long time to understand, from Xi'an to Guangzhou, from the Blue Rain training camp to the Void team, that being a professional player didn't mean turning yourself into someone without weaknesses.
Sometimes, it's all right to be a little slower.
As long as you think one step ahead of your opponent.
Only later did Yu Feixia realize that some people would become friends, some crushes would gradually fade before they had a chance to begin, and some people could truly enter your life only for you to miss them because you were too young.
She had won and cried, and when she could least bear to leave the arena, she had chosen to walk away with her own hands.
Years later, when she pushed open the doors of the Glory League once again, she was no longer sitting in the competitors' seats.
Glory had never stopped for anyone.
Neither had she.
But many years later, the damp, rainy nights at Blue Rain, the lights in Void's training room, young people's crushes, and the brief but brilliant years in the arena would still be remembered alongside that name
Yu Xue Ting Zhong.
When the snow falls, youth is in its prime.
