Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

"President Eel." Brother Teng, using his healing staff as a crutch, spoke like a sickly old man, discussing the distribution of his inheritance. "I want to give you the direct invitation to the main tournament."

241·My Fucking Furious Update

So far, only three direct invitation spots for the Spring Split have been confirmed.

That is the top three in the Kaikai Cup.

No one knows the exact value because no one is stupid enough to sell it.

Unless, the person who has the quota is going through something more important than being treated as a fool.

Officially, there's no rule on whether or not a spot can be transferred, but even if there is, it's often a backdoor listing and easily circumvented. While theoretical, in reality, such a thing won't happen—at least that's what the organizers believe.

Entering the Spring Split meant earning numerous sponsorship contracts, exposure, and the chance to compete for astronomical prize money. Since the prize was hanging in the balance, it had to fall on someone... so why not me?

But even so——

But they now want to give up this direct invitation.

As the beneficiary, Yu Man didn't beat around the bush: "I will accept it. This will save us a lot of time... But the question is, are you sure, Brother Teng?"

"Sure, we've thought about it."

Brother Teng spoke on behalf of all his teammates, and no one's expression changed at all.

Yu Man looked at Yago. It was obvious that he also felt that this kind of thing was wrong, but he respected the ideas of his own people.

Yu Man then asked: "What happened? How can we help you?"

There is no good thing without reason, only one deal after another.

However, some transactions are overwhelmed by emotions and difficult to express.

Therefore, at this time, more pure interests are needed.

"Or, what kind of compensation can help you?"

Teng's eyes wavered slightly, his expression relaxed yet slightly profound: "...It's nothing, it's just..."

Yu Man couldn't understand their hesitation.

But 70 is OK.

She stood beside Yu Man, even pointing at him in a blaming tone: "What's wrong? Are you scared of being criticized? The current vice president of "Xiankan", the world's mistress, the PVP instructor and the PVE captain, are you so weak under pressure?"

"Ha... not really. Online violence isn't a big deal... not that it's not a big deal, but it's not that hurtful."

Brother Teng's expression was slightly touched, and he was indeed affected.

He hesitated again and again, and was stared at by 70's young but extremely piercing gaze.

Finally, I was honest.

Those things that cannot be said are actually just embarrassment.

"We lost badly and were humiliated by our opponents... Alas, people say we don't deserve a direct invite, and that even if we do, we'll just be eliminated in the first round... So it's simple. We want to start over again... and fight for this spot."

He became more and more embarrassed as he spoke, and his tone was sometimes anxious and sometimes slow.

But the words that were stammered out finally expressed all the emotions.

"We want to see if we're actually qualified for a spot. If we are... we can always get another one through auditions or other preliminary competitions. If not, then they're right."

It's just such a simple idea.

It's not giving up, nor is it giving up, it's just holding your breath and refusing to admit defeat.

This was exactly the result after all of them discussed it, and they could all accept it.

Now that he had come to this, Brother Teng's tone became firm: "But I know very well that you are qualified for this spot. And the only price is... to play a practice match with us."

“——Okay.” Yu Man agreed.

"Alright! Don't hold back, show me how strong the legendary Eel God is! JD, don't show any mercy either, I know you can still beat us all by yourself, so come on."

Liutong Qihua and Blackbird looked at them, but they were unaware of what had happened in the past.

Noticing this, Xiaolu introduced himself to the two of them like an elder at the dinner table, mentioning for the fourteenth time how majestic he was when he was young.

"Back then! I was alone in the illegal area of ​​Shimla Bakken and killed the entire group of the man who just spoke with a single blow."

"What do you mean by 'back then'... what do you mean by 'one cut'? It took more than one cut... Besides, I was there too..." Yu Man couldn't help but spoil the fun.

Xiaolu covered Yu Man's mouth, but it did not stop her from showing off.

"Brother Teng used to be a tank, but I turned him into a healer. He still played really well and even became a professional player and took third place. My sword is really something, isn't it?"

This is true.

The person involved did not refute, but just smiled with a bit of nostalgia.

Those trivial past events when the server was first launched will be buried deeper than expected.

The longer you play the game, the more it will emerge.

70 knew these things, and more.

So, she looked at Brother Teng with great concern: "Is the loan okay? You're giving up a lot of money."

"Ah, no... no problem."

Brother Teng felt a little embarrassed when reality was suddenly mentioned.

But it was just a wandering look and a pained expression, which wasn't a big deal. Teng didn't mind talking about it. Yago, 70, and his teammates all knew about his situation, so there was nothing he couldn't talk about.

He even sighed like this—

"Luckily, our owner is Yago, not a club that would withhold bonuses or delay wages... The bonus for third place in the Kaika Cup was distributed to us... I paid off the loan, and now I feel really refreshed."

No one will ask about other people's reality in the game.

But there is still a hint of curiosity in the eyes of the audience.

Brother Teng noticed it, and after hesitating——

He calmly told his story, as if making a long-overdue summary to himself after paying off the loan.

"I'm... that typical kid whose life was ruined by video games. I've lived a very shameful life. From childhood to adulthood, I've been clinging to this world like a dead end, wasting my time..."

In order to play CS in the Internet cafe, in order to learn about the models of guns, maps, operations, etc.

He spent all the time that should have been invested in studying and spent all the time that should have been invested in leading an ordinary life.

He has done bad things.

He lied that his class needed money for extracurricular books and asked his family for it.

He also stole pocket money from the family store, or took a pack of cigarettes to build relationships with the big brother he met at the Internet cafe.

A little bit of guilt couldn't overcome temptation.

At the beginning, he failed to understand the difficulties at home and just complained about why there was no money and games, only study and life.

It was not until he looked back that he realized how poor his grades were and his future had been frozen without him realizing it.

He felt anxious for the first time—but what was the use?

In order to escape anxiety, time continues to be wasted by continuing to indulge and neglect.

That was the only way he knew.

"Later, I joined the youth training of a small club. That's how I earned myself a reputation as someone who seemed to be doing something serious. I could earn a little money every now and then, a few hundred yuan a month, and an extra two hundred when there were small competitions. It was barely enough for one person to eat... and that was it—"

He failed to become a so-called professional player, but just wasted several years in the so-called youth training.

Then, I would occasionally show up in insignificant city-level competitions and occasionally team up with others to participate in a few rounds of auditions.

I usually do some work as a game assistant and a booster. Every year I get a chance to play a fake match and get 2,000 yuan from a small private betting platform in Southeast Asia. This is enough to buy myself a new piece of clothing... or new hardware.

Live one day at a time.

He also wanted to save money - but he never knew where the money went and it always disappeared inadvertently.

Time dragged him down until he was thirty years old, and he no longer had a future.

"I couldn't work to support my family, so... my family tried to start their own business to help me make a living. But what else is there in the village... there are only a few things."

The rise of short videos accidentally made their village a little famous.

Many tourists come uninvited, and the village has become more or less a tourist attraction.

The village party secretary took the lead in converting his relatives' house into a homestay, and made a little money while the tourism boom was still going on.

Other families followed suit—and theirs was no exception.

So I borrowed some money from the bank and converted my self-built house into a decent-looking B&B.

They were looking forward to welcoming customers, making a little money every day, slowly paying off the loan, and then handing over this profitable business to him, so that he would have a support for the rest of his life.

But - the tourists left very quickly.

The village returned to silence.

There were only banners with the word "Welcome" written on them, and newly renovated but empty guesthouses, which passed silently with the passage of time.

Loans - still have to be repaid.

In Teng Ge’s own account, this is “something that can be seen everywhere” and is just the most ordinary part.

Those e-sports games that were once dreamed of but out of reach have now been submerged in the old world and become lonely and silent.

However, because he longed for high-end computers and smooth games when he was a child, he developed the habit of paying attention to hardware.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to know about the existence of the old world firsthand.

At that time, Brother Teng was desperate and happened to sell his computer to pay off his loan this month, so he had some money on hand.

The result is naturally that I once again buy old-world equipment without any temptation.

"This time...something good did happen...but it was just bad luck."

He knows this very well.

"If I hadn't met Yago and been promoted to the guild by him, a piece of shit like me would still be in the illegal zone, bullying newbies and lying to others that I'm a professional player in other games... I'd still be ignoring my bleak life, driven crazy by loans... with nowhere else to go."

But now, he is indeed a professional player.

At least here.

I was lucky enough to make it to the top three in a small competition and lucky enough to have a good boss.

For the first time, he held his head high and gave money to his family to repay the heavy loan.

Even if there were no more guests coming to the B&B, he could finally sleep peacefully.

As for the lost game, the humiliation of the opponent.

Or the audience's spit or insults -

Compared to not knowing how to repay the mortgage, and not knowing where the future lies, it is really too insignificant.

At this point, Brother Teng stared at Yu Man intently——

"Unlike those who were born with brilliance, I have only just begun to touch the light."

More than thirty years late.

For the first time, he felt that "life had finally begun."

"So, President Eel, although I have to give you the spots, I still have to save money for my family's retirement, so of course I will continue to fight."

His eyes sparkled—

"Please allow us to use this training match to see the specific gaps, so we can know where we can go in the future... and what kind of prize money we can get! Please give it your all."

……

ps

(Oh my god, I've been dragged down by games this month and have to pay back over 20,000 words by the end of the month.

I held back 13,000 today. Alas, I am going to die and return to the peak state!

But unfortunately, I have to write another 14,000 tomorrow...)