Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

At the computer next door, Li Ye was also engrossed in training.

He was more stable than Luo Yu. Although he died miserably the first three times, he would stop and review the previous round of mistakes before starting again, muttering to himself. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had gone mad from training.

On the fourth attempt, Li finally reached the front of the flag. With the experience of his predecessors, he naturally did not rush to jump. Instead, he imitated the action by first making a feint with the controller—lightly pressing the forward button and then immediately releasing it. The little figure moved forward half a step—and spikes appeared.

Li Ye's eyes lit up as he memorized the location and rhythm of the spikes appearing, then pressed restart.

On the fifth attempt, he ran to the flag, took two steps back, waited a second, and then jumped.

The little man stepped over the spikes and bumped into the flag.

"bite."

Li Ye let out a long breath, slumped back in his chair like a deflated balloon, and glanced at Luo Yu's screen.

Luo Yu was still in the first level when the pixelated figure on the screen turned into a gray blob again.

Li Ye opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just reached out and patted Luo Yu on the shoulder.

Luo Yu didn't turn around; his shoulders were stiff, and he gripped the handle tightly.

This is his sixth time restarting.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the training room, Jiang Chenglu, the only foreign player in this youth training camp, sat in front of a computer against the wall, muttering "Aigu" over and over again.

However, it wasn't because he was stuck.

His game has reached the third level.

In the first level, he was on par with the top three, but he died a few times. After getting used to it, he passed it naturally. In the second level, he died a few more times, but only three times. Now, in the third level, he has died countless times.

"Hey, keep an eye on the kid."

Nearby, Qin Yijie, who had already completed the first three levels, nudged Fang Han's shoulder.

"Um?"

"This kid's playing style is completely different from everyone else's!"

"You sensed it too... It wasn't a reckless charge, nor was it a cautious, tentative probe."

"I observed him for a while. Every time he restarts, he stops at the starting point, stares at the screen for two seconds, as if he has run through the entire route in his mind, before he starts to operate."

"I thought you were the only one with this talent."

"It's really strange, he clearly has good talent, so why is his ranking so low?"

Qin Yijie couldn't understand it at all.

Fang Han shook his head; he didn't know either, but curiosity compelled him to continue watching.

The trap density in the third level is several times higher than in the first two levels. Falling bricks from the sky, spikes emerging from the ground, monsters hiding in water pipes, and triple pits under the flag are just the basic setups. There are also all sorts of map-destroying traps outside, making almost every step a pit.

Under the special attention of the two.

Their roommate, TheShy, failed seventeen times in a row.

"Hehe, hehe..."

Zhao Yicheng, who was not far away, also turned his gaze over. He really couldn't understand how someone could still laugh after failing so many times in a row.

Although his mindset wasn't affected much, it wasn't to the point where he could face it with a smile.

In front of the computer.

Jiang Chenglu closed his eyes briefly, loosened his grip on the handle, moved his wrists a couple of times, and then gripped it again.

The eighteenth time... the nineteenth time... finally, the little man reached the end of the third level, in front of the flag, and like the people before him, he was pierced to death by the spikes.

The twentieth time!

The twenty-first time!

"bite."

The third level is passed.

In the corner of the training room, Qi Zhanming stood with his arms crossed, observing everyone's performance.

He turned his head and whispered something to Coach Zhou next to him. Coach Zhou nodded and made a few notes on the tablet in his hand.

As for Luo Yu and the other contestants who ranked lower in the scores, they were on the verge of smashing the table.

When he died for the ninth time in front of the flag in the first level, the "Game Over" message on the screen looked like it was made just for him, glaringly red.

He leaned back, and the chair creaked painfully.

"I can't do it anymore."

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were red, and his voice wasn't loud but everyone around him could hear him, "What kind of crappy game is this? It's disgusting! What does it have to do with League of Legends? I can take on five opponents in ranked matches, but I can't even get past the first level of this crappy game—"

His voice became hoarse as he spoke, as if something was blocking his throat.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

My heart aches for Luo Yu.

It's not his fault; this game is purely torture, it has nothing to do with skill.

[But look at TheShy, ranked 24th, six places higher than Luo Yu, and he's already passed the third round.]

That's the difference... not just in technique, but also in mindset.

[What's there to feel sorry for? I lack willpower myself; I'm just an arrogant, overgrown child.]

The jungler next door died twenty-one times but still managed to grind through the third level. All I can say is, there's a huge difference between people...

[Those who passed before, Fang Han, Qin Yijie, Li Ye, didn't they all die three or four times before they started using their brains to find patterns?]

Even if you're not very bright, if you can maintain the right mindset, you'll generally pass the price test after about ten attempts, relying on memory.

This part is amazing, way more intense than any physical training. Physical training wears down the body, but this wears down the mind and spirit.

Qi Zhanming walked to the middle of the training room and clapped his hands: "Time's up."

The screens of thirty computers froze simultaneously.

In an instant, some people slumped back in their chairs, others covered their faces, and still others stared blankly at the screen.

"Fang Han passed two rounds, Qin Yijie passed two rounds, Zhao Yicheng finally managed to get through the first round in fifteen minutes, Li Ye passed the first round, and Jiang Chenglu passed the third round."

"..."

"Xu Wendong failed the first test!"

"Zhang Xiao, you failed the first test!"

"Luo Yu, you failed the first test."

Qi Zhanming picked up the tablet, glanced at the summarized data, and then looked up at the thirty young faces below.

"One point is added for passing the first level. Two points for the second level. Three points for the third level. And so on. Five points are deducted for failing the first level."

At this point, his gaze lingered for a moment on the people ranked lower.

"You might think this game has nothing to do with League of Legends."

"Then let me tell you, for professional players, what this game is testing today is more important than you playing a hundred ranked games."

Qi Zhanming handed the tablet to the staff member next to him, "If you lose a ranked game, you can blame your teammates, the network, the enemy's counter-pick, or the game version. But if you lose this game, who do you blame? Bricks falling from the sky? Monsters popping out of the pipes? Spikes hiding under the flag? These things don't listen to reason; you have to figure it out yourself. Either you find the pattern, or you get played to death by it."