This reminded Yin Wuyao of the earliest days when he played heroes.

At that time, many people who played games were not understood.

Where as now, when a great god comes out, he will be highly sought after.

In the first six years, in the eyes of most people, as long as they were related to computers, they were not doing their jobs properly.

The project of e-sports will always be opposed in China.

So whether it is a relative or a classmate, when he mentions that he is engaged in game work, the first thing he sees is the subtle contempt.

"Can you make money playing games?"

"It's more or less the money."

"Such a person is delicious and lazy, and will not be very promising in the future..."

Yin Wuyao sat on the railing outside the Internet cafe, tilted his head and lit a cigarette.

Even he himself doesn't understand why he thinks of something so long ago today.

How many people say "he's unrealistic."

He gritted his teeth and persevered. He thought that one day he would prove to everyone that what he did was called e-sports, not games.

Finally, he entered the professional team.

He thought he could finally shine.

However, in just half a year...

In just half a year, all his enthusiasm for this industry was wiped out.

It turns out that eSports is not the only thing you can do well if you play the game well.

How to publicize, whether or not the agent will support you, people in the same industry compete with each other, and the betrayal of the closest comrades in order to grab fans...

Thinking of this, Yin Wuyao extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and just as he was about to go in, the phone screen lit up.

It was a message from their temporary team's WeChat group.

Jiu Jiu Jiu Pai Lollipop: "Can't you sleep at all? Come out, the captain has a gift for you."

"It's really a child, a high school student." Yin Wuyao snorted, but the corner of his mouth smiled. He took a cigarette, snapped his hat, and ran to the address posted by the teenager in the group.

At night, there are not many cars.

Especially in the north like Jiangcheng, the colder it is, the fewer people there are.

However, I don't know why, my chest and palms are hot.

Feng Shang put on his coat and left, and Xue Yaoyao went out at the same time.

It seems that no matter how dark or cold it is outside, at that moment, their eyes are bright.

And what led them was the young man standing in the empty square of Chang'an Avenue.

Such a long body and jade standing, with a tall and straight back

With a black leather jacket and short silver hair, he was half leaning on a plain black Land Rover.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, there were not so many cars on Chang'an Avenue.

So even the sound of running breathing can be heard clearly.

Xue Yaoyao took the last subway ride, Feng Shang drove, and Yin Wuyao took a taxi.

Three people ran from three directions, southeast and north respectively.

I don't know if it's because of running too fast, or because of the figure that emits light even under the night sky.

Heart beating almost a little tight.

That kind of feeling is not only when you are in love or when you miss someone.

But now, when I see my partner, I look at each other and smile happily.

Fu Jiu also smiled, walked around from there, raised her hand, and turned on the trunk and headlights at the same time. Under the dazzling light, all the rose petals that had been pressed behind the car poured out, just like in the comics. scene that appears.

Both Xue Yaoyao and Feng Shang were stunned after seeing this scene.

It seemed to be the most beautiful scene they had ever seen.

In the sky of petals, the young man tugged with one hand, picked up three black and white coats, and walked towards them slowly, his thin lips slightly raised: "Dangtang He Jiajun, how can there be no team uniforms, wear them all, take a look Inappropriate."