In my second year of high school, I got a new deskmate. He scored 38 in English, but was among the top ten players in the national server. The whole school said he was wasting his life on games. Only I knew that when he played, his eyes lit up.
Later, he went to Kunshan, became a pro, and changed his name to Wuji. From the second-tier league to the KPL, from star jungler to support, he won, lost, and cried, but he never gave up. I got into the Broadcasting Department at Communication University of China and watched him from the audience for eight years.
He said that once he won, he'd tell me a secret.
But I waited eight years, and he never said it.
Until the KPL's tenth anniversary, when he suddenly said to me in front of thirty thousand people:
"Lin Zhixia, thank you for waiting for me from when we were seventeen until now."
From deskmates to champions, from school uniforms to wedding dresses. The most romantic thing in the world is when the person I like happens to like me too, happens to be willing to wait, and happens not to lose their way.
"I was with him from the second-tier league, where no one knew his name, to the golden rain beneath the cheers of thousands. The deskmate I knew at seventeen became the one everyone in the world recognizes as Wuji."
