"If you don't go to the world arena to seek revenge, are you willing to stay here as a warehouse for the rest of your life?"
E-sports revenge article, Team Monte Cristo, commemorating my youth playing in the US server
Put a wild pre-collection here, it will bloom in your lifetime
Two years ago, we were on top of the world, and I thought we would always be that awesome.
Until I woke up from an operation... The team had been disbanded.
Our spot in the World Finals became someone else's.
Among my teammates, one joined a new owner, one deleted his account and abandoned the game, and one lost his hand in a car accident.
And my leader was labeled a traitor and disappeared into the vast sea of people.
The strongest Chinese team in the US server fell apart overnight.
I went back to study, take exams, and work, and became an expressionless face among the army of social beasts.
No one knows that there is still a corner in my heart to commemorate those once bright names.
No one knew that one day I would meet him again in a coal mine on the northeastern border.
My former team leader, that person in my heart who is like a god descending to earth as long as I hold the keyboard in my hand,
He is now a warehouse manager with frostbite on the back of his hands and being shouted at.
But I had short hair, wore glasses, gained thirty pounds, and was wrapped in a bloated down jacket, but he still recognized me at a glance.
"Little bird."
The moment he turned around and called me, all the ashes burned.
(Third person in the text)
Intention: We will meet again eventually.
