This reminded Yin Wuyao of the earliest days when he was playing heroes.
At that time, many people who played games were not understood.
Where is it like now, when a great god comes out, he will be sought after.
In the past six years, in the eyes of most people, as long as someone has something to do with computers, he is not doing his job properly.
E-sports is a project that will always be resisted in China.
So whether it is a relative or a classmate, when it is mentioned that he is engaged in game work, the first thing he sees is that subtle contempt.
"Can you make money by playing games?"
"It costs about the same."
"Such a person is too lazy to work, and he will not have much future prospects..."
Yin Wuyao sat on the railing outside the Internet cafe, tilted his head and lit a cigarette.
Even he himself didn't understand why he remembered such a long time ago today.
How many people say "he is unrealistic."
He gritted his teeth and persisted. He thought that one day he would prove to everyone that what he was doing was called e-sports, not a game.
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 in e-sports, you will not only succeed if you play well in the game.
How to publicize, whether your agent will support you or not, the competition between people in the same industry, and the betrayal of your closest comrades in arms to grab fans...
Yin Wuyao thought of this, put out the cigarette in his hand, and just about to go in, the phone screen lit up.
It was a message from their temporary team on WeChat.
Nine Nine Nine Lollipops: "Can't you sleep? Come out, the captain has a gift for you."
"What a child, a high school student." Yin Wuyao snorted, but smiled at the corner of his mouth, took a cigarette in his mouth, buttoned his hat, and ran towards the address the boy posted 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, but my chest and palms are hot.
Feng Shang put on his coat and left, Xue Yaoyao also went out at the same time.
It seemed that no matter how dark or cold it was outside, at that moment, even their eyes were bright.
And the one who led them was the young man standing in the empty square of Chang'an Avenue.
Such a tall and tall figure with a tall and straight back
With a black leather jacket and short silver hair, he leaned halfway on a pure 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, Feng Shang drove, and Yin Wuyao took a taxi.
Three people came from three directions, southeast, north, respectively.
I don't know if it's because of running too fast, or because of the figure that can emit light even under the night sky.
The heart beat almost a little tight.
That feeling is not only present when you are in love or when you miss someone.
But now, when I saw my partner, I looked at each other and smiled happily.
Bo Jiu also smiled, and walked around from there, raising his hand, the trunk and the headlights were turned on at the same time, under the dazzling light, all the rose petals that were pressed on the back of the car gushed out, just like in 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 filled with petals, the young man grabbed three black and white jackets horizontally with one hand, and walked towards them slowly, his thin lips slightly raised: "The dignified He Jiajun, how can there be no team uniforms, put them all on, look Does it fit."