It wasn't just the older generation of professional players who would compare themselves to the newer players. Even the new and old players of League of Legends would often be at loggerheads. They would compare themselves to each other without giving in.
The older players always liked to talk about the past, bragging about how in the early S1 and S2 seasons, there was no such thing as a platinum or diamond division. It was all based on rank. Back then, the captain was invincible at level 1, the jungler was unbelievably good, and the sword girl was limitlessly nerfed in the end … You new players have never heard of these things.
On the other hand, new players would express their disdain. What's there to brag about? Even if you've been playing since Season S1, you're still a Silver and Bronze player. Do you think you can feel superior just because you've been playing for a long time?
The older players would say how amazing the Chinese teams were back then. The competitions back then were exciting, unlike now where it was all fixed and unchanging.
The newer players would retort and ridicule that the old strategies were already breaking the balance of the game. Otherwise, why would Fist Corporation change? Only those who could adapt to the constantly changing versions of the game were truly powerful players.
Old players … New players …
No one could win the argument, but they would never see eye to eye with each other.
Except for Zhang Xin, most of the junior high school boys in the small town's convenience store were new players who had only started playing League of Legends in the last one or two seasons. Moreover, they were still young and full of vitality. This was especially true for an "uncle" like the young store owner, who was almost 30 years old, who felt like they were in a different world.
So they would laugh, joke, and tease each other.
But they didn't have any real malice. They just treated it as a joke.
It just so happened that the young owner of the convenience store was a simple and honest person. He did not get angry at the joke or the fact that he was being compared to the professional "Addisi".
So the atmosphere in the store had always been relaxed and pleasant.
Until …
At this moment.
When the young man subconsciously waved his hand, he inadvertently exposed some parts of his hand to the junior high school boys.
When the horrifying and incomplete scene came into view like a close-up, it was as if it was a close-up.
The whole convenience store suddenly went silent.
The atmosphere slowly became a little stifling.
The group of boys were all tongue-tied and speechless. The boy who let out a low exclamation in front also covered his mouth tightly at this time, but his eyes were wide open as he stared at the young boss's hand.
Zhang Xin, who was standing closest to the counter, had the clearest view.
All the details were exactly the same.
Index finger.
And thumbs.
Compared to the other three fingers, they were abruptly shorter. The cross-section was so smooth and flat that it made one's heart palpitate, as if it had been cruelly cut off by some sharp weapon.
As for the hideous scar that stretched from the web between his thumb and forefinger to his palm … it was just as deep.
One could imagine the scene at that time. The wound was so deep that the bone could be seen.
For a moment, even if the junior high school boys didn't exchange glances with each other, they all had the same strong regret in their minds.
They just …
It seemed that he had said the wrong thing.
…
When they were joking with the young boss, although Zhang Xin was persuading and apologizing on their behalf, they didn't pay much attention to it. They were just joking with the boss out of goodwill, and the boss wasn't angry.
What's more, what they said was the truth.
Veteran player … God Adis was also a veteran player. The two of them were indeed worlds apart. There was no way to compare them.
Originally, losing to a professional God wasn't a shameful thing.
But now …
The situation was completely different.
It was not the same thing at all.
Looking at the young boss's hand, the junior high school boys only felt that their mouths were a little dry. Zhang Xin couldn't help but purse his lips. Previously, the boss said that he only played League of Legends in the beginning and later stopped …
Perhaps, it wasn't "stopped playing".
But "could no longer play".
Under such a premise, many of the original jokes were no longer jokes, but a kind of harsh mockery.
It was a kind of disrespect.
"Boss, sorry …" One of the boys said timidly. Following that, the other boys, including Zhang Xin, looked at the young boss. "Boss, sorry." "We shouldn't have made that kind of joke just now —" "Don't be angry …"
All of them threw away their previous playful and joking appearances and apologized sincerely. Their voices were filled with seriousness and sincerity.
All of them were originally kind little boys.
Naturally, they would feel apologetic and ashamed.
On the contrary, the young boss was caught off guard by the sudden change of attitude of these young customers. He hurriedly waved his hand again and said, "It's okay, it's okay —" As he said that, he suddenly realized something. He awkwardly retracted his hand under the counter, took a light breath, and showed a sincere smile to the young boys.
"I'm not angry."
"And it's true that I'm old and can't play games anymore. Don't take it to heart."
Carefully looking at the young man, they found that the boss really didn't seem to be angry. The boys breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them could not help but ask curiously.
"Boss, what's going on with your hand —"
Before he could finish, Zhang Xin next to him pulled him and glared at him. "Don't ask!"
At this time, the young boss seemed to have completely adjusted his state of mind. He smiled gently. "It's okay, this is an injury from a long time ago. When I didn't open the convenience store, I worked in a factory for a while. One time, I was too tired and accidentally operated the lathe … and hurt my hand like this. It's not a problem now."
He gave a brief and seemingly understated explanation.
As if he really didn't care.
The few boys who were still in junior high and had never suffered before nodded in confusion. Zhang Xin pursed his lips again and looked at the young man.
He suddenly said, "Boss, I think you can actually continue to play LOL."
As if he had mustered up his courage, Zhang Xin dared to look straight into the young man's eyes.
He repeated seriously, "Although I'm injured, I should still be able to play in this situation."
"If it's me, I definitely won't give up because of this reason."
The words were clearly childish, but when the boy said it with such a serious tone, it seemed to have a strange power that shook people's hearts.
The young man was stunned for a moment. His right hand hidden under the counter unconsciously trembled, but he still squeezed out a smile.
"Yes, but I'm also old …"
He repeated his previous words again.
But at this time, it sounded a little forced and weak.
So Zhang Xin shook his head stubbornly.
"That's not a reason."
As he spoke, he looked at the young man again with a bright gleam in his eyes. "I've only just reached the Platinum Division, and I'm still far away from the truly powerful gods. I don't know if I can meet the recruitment requirements of the youth training team, but I won't give up."
"Because my wish is to be a professional player."
"I like this game, I like e-sports."
"What about you, boss?"
"Do you like this game?"
His voice was not loud, full of childishness and seriousness.
But at this moment, it was like a clap of thunder.
The young man's body suddenly froze.
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