National destiny: Global tower climbing skills have decreased by 10,000 times.

Ye Fei put down the mouse, got up and walked out of the room.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway were off, with only the green indicator light for the emergency exit emitting a faint glow.

A small, thin figure crouched in the corner, hugging his knees with his hands and burying his face in his arms.

Ye Fei walked over, took a look, and bent down next to the child.

"You are... Lin Xi?"

The child looked up, his eyes red and his face still wet with tears.

He glanced at Ye Fei, sniffed, and nodded.

"Hmm," the child's voice was muffled.

"Did your dad kick you out?"

Lin Xi didn't say anything and buried her face back.

Ye Fei rummaged in his pocket but couldn't find any tissues, so he simply sat down next to him and leaned against the wall.

"What happened? Why were you kicked out?"

The hallway was quiet for a few seconds. Lin Xi's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was holding back something.

After a while, he muttered something:

"Today, my coach called my dad and told him about how I wasn't taking training seriously."

Ye Fei remembered that during the day at the institution, the child being scolded by the coach was him. He didn't take training seriously and repeatedly failed to correct his mistakes, making him someone that Da Kun was even planning to give up on.

"Just because of this? Your dad got so angry that he kicked you out of the house? Are you sure it wasn't for something else?"

Lin Xi felt disbelieved and said somewhat defiantly, "Of course it's true! How could it be false? My parents have always hoped that I could become a real professional player, to bring glory to myself and our family!"

"But that's their idea after all. Even if they want their son to succeed, they can't force him like that."

At this moment, Ye Fei had already imagined a scene of "hoping one's son will become a dragon" and "disappointed that one's son is not living up to expectations." He recalled that in his own world, countless children had suffered similar experiences.

However, they were all doing it for "studies," but the child in front of us is doing it for "playing video games"!

Thinking of this, Ye Fei almost couldn't help but laugh, but he forced himself to hold it back.

"And what about you? Do you want to think about it yourself?"

"Of course I want to! My childhood dream has been to become a professional PvP player in China!"

Ye Fei's imagination shattered instantly, and Lin Xi continued excitedly:

"Don't even mention my dad and mom, I want it even more, ten times, a hundred times more! My idol is the strongest professional player in China, [Wuhen]!"

"I've watched his combat videos and interviews countless times. I hope that one day I can become like him!"

"And then what happened?" Ye Fei asked, picking up where Lin Xi left off. Lin Xi continued her description:

"Later, I played Slay the Spire every day. I learned from Wuhen's videos and managed to get the malfunctioning robot to Act 3."

"This achievement spread throughout the school. I initially thought it was nothing, just something I was joking with my classmates, but later the teachers found out and called my dad. My dad seemed very excited when he found out."

"About three months ago, my dad sent me to Neo Academy for a trial, and the coaches all said I had talent. From then on, my dad made up his mind that he would do anything to send me down the path of e-sports."

Ye Fei nodded, indicating his understanding. In his memory, his father seemed to be just an ordinary laborer with an average income.

"Well, I know I can't really blame my dad. When he was young, he missed out on esports opportunities because his family couldn't afford to send him to training programs. He still feels a little regretful about it."

"He had previously won a provincial amateur competition award, but it was in a different game. He was about my age back then, so he was considered exceptionally talented."

Ye Fei nodded again. Indeed, decades ago, the game "Slay the Spire" had not yet been created, and the same applies to this world.

"So, you don't blame your dad, and you really want to become a professional gamer?"

"Then why don't you work hard and listen to the coach, instead of not taking training seriously?"

Lin Xi sighed, seemingly helpless, and said:

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to take it seriously, it's just that I really don't like playing with malfunctioning robots."

Ye Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he had some doubts, but he didn't interrupt him and waited for him to finish speaking.

"The Faulty Robot has a large deck with many ability cards, but it is slow to start up and has very few ways to draw cards."

"So, every time the coach teaches us how to control the proportion of defensive cards in the deck, how to calculate the average value of the deck, and how to increase the probability of drawing defensive cards each turn..."

"However, I find it too troublesome. I don't like calculations, and even if the probability is high, there are often situations where I can't draw a defensive card."

Ye Fei was a little surprised, because this was the first time since he transmigrated to this world that he had heard someone point out the drawbacks of the "big card deck".

With such understanding, it's clear that this young man is no ordinary person.

"You said you don't like the coach's approach, so what's your approach? What do you think should be done?" Ye Fei asked.

Lin Xi answered calmly:

Lin Xi answered calmly:

"I think this problem wouldn't exist if we could draw a lot of cards. If we could play several cards in one turn, then even if the average value isn't high, we could still guarantee a sufficient number of cards."

Ye Fei was somewhat shocked. Wasn't this exactly the Hunter's "small deck simplification" and "rotation flow" strategy?

However, the boy didn't seem to have thought that far ahead; at most, he could only say he was close. Ye Fei didn't immediately make a judgment, but listened to him continue.

"It's because I can't understand it. I can't understand what the coach is saying during training, so I'm always distracted during training and can't concentrate."

"But the more I don't take it seriously, the more the coach says I'm not playing seriously and not listening to him. When I try to explain, he says I'm 'doing crooked things' and not doing my job properly."

"My grades haven't improved for a long time now, and many of my classmates who used to have worse grades than me have started to surpass me."

Lin Xi paused here, looking very aggrieved.

"The school is holding a selection competition next week, and the coaches told us about it today."

"I heard that if I can participate in this competition and become a local player, I will have the opportunity to receive feedback from professional players."

"I also heard that if we can make it to the national competition, we'll have a chance to meet 'Wuhen'!"

As Lin Xi spoke, her eyes shone with longing.

"But I also know that I am already behind the students in the class. There are many excellent students, but there are only three spots. I definitely won't be able to get this opportunity."

Lin Xi sighed again, her expression immediately turning dejected, and she didn't continue speaking.

Looking at his dejected appearance, with tear stains still on his eyes, Ye Fei recalled the scenes he had witnessed at the institution during the day.

He was originally a talented boy, but he was under pressure that he shouldn't have at his age, which makes one feel sorry for him.

In addition, he was his neighbor. Although he had only recently transmigrated here, since they lived together, they were practically family and friends.

He also wanted to see what the so-called "Sword Forging Project" was all about.

If he himself cannot participate in the competition, does that mean the students he trains cannot?

Ye Fei decided to help him.