No Closing Time

On the night when the e-sports legend "Zheng Shen" retired, Jiang Ting carried a broken suitcase and walked into an Internet cafe that was on the verge of closing down. The proprietress Lin Baobao is worried about the annual repayment of 280,000 yuan. She took him in - a utility room on the third floor, a folding bed, and a night shift network administrator's salary. This man, who has nowhere to go in late February, talks little, has a steady hand, and knows how to fix anything. He locked himself in front of the camera in the middle of the night and played a level that she couldn't understand. She discovered that it only took him three minutes to defeat the Bone Chopper—she had been stuck for a week. It was noticed that his right hand occasionally shook. I found a gray crystal in his backpack that I had never seen before. She asked nothing. Someone on the forum said that two-time champion Tian Chenzheng disappeared after retiring. She thought of her father's old photo, with two words written on the back: Zheng Shen. A reminder letter worth 280,000 yuan was buried at the bottom of the ledger. She carried it alone, and he also carried it silently with her - buying equipment in the middle of the night, borrowing from everyone, and helping her get the first payment. Later, a group of people slowly gathered in the store: substitutes who were kicked out, geniuses who stole away, and veterans who retired. She led this grassroots team to compete one game at a time in the city. Until she found an old photo left by her father. The two words on the back and the name on his ID card pointed to the same person - it turned out that the one she picked up and the one her father was chasing were the same god. "You take your leave, and I'll settle my account. Together, this game of chess comes alive."