A huge amount of money poured into the eSports industry to gain attention. On the surface, it looked like it was flourishing. At the same time, countless series and short videos were also adding fuel to the fire.
However, who could see the tragedy of those "old" players who had limited talent and retired silently?
Those in their twenties were already considered old players. Their hand speed and consciousness could not keep up. Without any attention, they could only retire in dejection.
They had low educational qualifications and did not have any skills after retiring. How were they going to live in the future?
Therefore, Ye Qingqiu firmly did not support his son entering the eSports industry.
However, the communication between father and son was very boring and full of the smell of gunpowder.
It had been like this since ancient times.
Although Ye Qingqiu's mind was deep, he could only face this kind of "communication" in life that put him in a dilemma.
Reasoning with his son was far more complicated than a medical dispute. It was even more difficult to communicate than a medical dispute. No matter how strict it was, it was ten times more difficult than communicating with his wife.
In the hospital, Ye Qingqiu could know all the needs of the patients and their families. He could control the rhythm, follow the development of the situation, and easily solve the problem.
For so many years, the 912 had not had such a shocking medical dispute. Ye Qingqiu's contribution could not be ignored.
However, at home, Ye Qingqiu could not do anything about his son.
He knew what his son was pursuing — a dream!
Such an illusory word contained the thoughts of many young people.
Ye Qingqiu was also young once. He was once full of passion and had his own dream.
However, after being controlled by life for a long time, he knew that dreams were just dreams.
What could be realized was called expectation.
What could not be realized was called a dream.
It was not enough to be hot-blooded. One also needed unparalleled perseverance, faith, and even excellent luck to realize their dreams.
The young people who entered the eSports industry were so young that they had not even had time to establish their own worldviews.
Ye Qingqiu sighed deeply. He looked at the scene on the television in a daze.
It was a match last night. His son's team was eliminated in the top 16.
It was not a finals, but a regional beginner competition that did not even reach 10,000 online views.
The scene froze on the scene where his son's character fell to the ground and 'died'.
Ye Qingqiu could imagine how his opponent would cheer at this moment and how sad his son would be and how sad he would be.
His heart ached a little.
Ye Qingqiu had been trapped in life for a long time and had seen many life and death situations. He had gradually become numb and indifferent.
Only in front of his son, who was related to him by blood, would he become a little more lively.
He lit another cigarette and silently looked at the TV screen, trying to guess his son's inner thoughts.
One year ago, the father and son had an in-depth conversation.
In the end, Ye Qingqiu compromised because he was his son, and because he had a heart to fight for his dreams.
He was young and frivolous, so be it. Give him a chance to indulge himself. This was what Ye Qingqiu said to comfort himself.
In a year's time, if he could make a name for himself in the Pro League and enter the ranks of the top players, Ye Qingqiu would support his son.
If it didn't work, then he would come back and restudy. It was still better to take the ordinary, yet more reliable path.
After getting his consent, Ye Qingqiu could feel the passion bursting from his son's body.
He trained day and night and didn't even have time to eat a proper meal.
Ye Qingqiu paid close attention to him, but when he saw that his son only ate fast food like hamburgers every day during breaks in training, he felt a little distressed.
But it was okay, it was only for a year.
In last night's match, there was an answer to the agreement between the father and son.
Leaving the Esports industry and returning to tradition, this was Ye Qingqiu's bottom line.
But …
Would his son agree?
He didn't go to the airport to pick him up, his wife did.
Perhaps the communication between mother and son would be smoother, Ye Qingqiu thought.
The faint sound of the elevator could be heard, and Ye Qingqiu felt his heart beat faster. Even when facing the most professional medical dispute, he was not this nervous.
After all, blood was thicker than water, and he knew what his son would think and do.
He wouldn't give up, that stubbornness was just like when he was young.
The door opened, and there was the sound of shoes being changed. Ye Qingqiu didn't look back, but he could hear the sound of shoes being changed.
This was the scene his son saw on the TV.
Ye Qingqiu took a deep drag on his cigarette, and in the smoke, he saw his son go straight into his room from the corner of his eye.
He didn't even say hello.
After waiting for his son to enter the room, a few minutes later, Ye Qingqiu looked at his wife.
She shook her head with a sad face, indicating that her son was in a bad mood.
Ye Qingqiu extinguished the cigarette, walked to his son's room, and knocked on the door.
Respect was necessary, but sometimes, there had to be a bottom line in doing things.
After knocking on the door, Ye Qingqiu pushed the door open and entered.
He saw his son sitting on the bed with a blank face, looking lost.
"You failed," Ye Qingqiu said as calmly as possible.
"Then come back according to the agreement," he continued, "It's just a try, and it doesn't matter if you fail. You're still young, and you still have a chance to keep trying and making mistakes until you find the path that suits you best. "
"No!"
The young man let out a stubborn voice.
"Do you want to go back on your word? We had an agreement last year. "Ye Qingqiu's tone had become stern.
"I only qualified because of a mistake! It was just a mistake! "
Ye Qingqiu looked at his son, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. A mistake? In this life, you will face more mistakes, and many of them will cause you to be doomed eternally.
However, Ye Qingqiu didn't say this. He looked at his son's slightly thin face and felt distressed.
He had worked hard for a year, but he still failed in the end. The reason for his failure was definitely not that seemingly insignificant mistake, but the difference in strength.
It was not a coincidence that he wanted to reach the top and become the person who stood at the top of the pyramid.
It was an inevitability. It was a combination of hard work, struggle, talent, and luck.
It was just that his son didn't understand this.
..
Ye Qingqiu's wife stood outside the door nervously, listening to the father and son quarrel. Her son was hysterically talking about dreams, but Ye Qingqiu was very calm and telling the truth.
She knew that her Old Ye had also broken down. Otherwise, with his behavior, he would never say these things when his son's emotions were not stable.
Twenty minutes passed, and the quarrel became more and more intense.
With a crisp "Pa", it was as if a heavy object had fallen in the room. Ye Qingqiu's wife hurriedly rushed in.
His son sat on the ground in a daze, his hands waving in front of his eyes in panic.
"Son …"
"Mom, I can't see."
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