You Are My Rare Passion

Shang Yang: "..."

real or fake?

With his rank, those who can be randomly matched with him are all masters, and the one standing opposite him at this moment is just a child of a few years old.

Moreover, when he was in the random match, he always used a small size, never a large size. Even if the child really matched him, how could he be sure it was him?

Huo Zhongqi saw the suspicion in his eyes: "What I said is true, your nickname is SHANG, right?"

"The trumpet is called SHANG, and the big one is called YANG?" Qin Junye smiled and said, "Isn't it just Shang Yang? Brother Shang, you really don't have any creativity at all. Your trumpet is too easy to decipher, right?"

"How do you know my alias is SHANG?" Shang Yang was even more puzzled.

"I analyzed it!" Huo Zhongqi looked calm, but he could see the confidence and pride unique to children of this age in his expression and voice, "I have watched your games in the team and studied After matching your tactics and techniques with your trumpet, I analyzed your tactics and techniques and found that you are the same person."

Shang Yang: "..."

I understand every single word, but when put together, it seems like I don't understand it at all...or in other words, I understand it but can't believe it.

"It's true!" The little tree seedling said proudly: "My brother Qiqi is a genius, he can never forget, and my brother Qiqi is the emperor of technology and analysis. The things analyzed by my brother Qiqi have never been different. It will be wrong!"

Shang Yang was dumbfounded.

If he was not the party involved in this incident, he would have suspected that the scene in front of him was a prank show directed by a certain TV station.

After a while, he nodded and said, "That's right, my alias is SHANG."

"Wow!" Qin Junye sighed: "It's really a fate to meet a thousand miles away!"

Shang Yang: "..."

Fated to meet thousands of miles away, is that how it works?

It seems... can also be used in this way?

The little tree seedling looked at Shang Yang: "Big brother, can you not play games anymore?"

"It's not that I can't play games anymore," Shang Yang looked at him, "It's that I can't play professional games anymore. Professional games require very high speed and accuracy. After my finger was injured, it doesn't affect my daily life now, but it doesn't affect my daily life. There is no way to cope with the high intensity of the game, and the sensitivity of the fingers is far worse than before, so I will no longer be able to be a professional e-sports player in the future.”

Cutting off one's future is like killing one's parents.

Although Cao Zhao was only broken off by a finger, what was broken was his bright future.

If it wasn't for thinking about his father, he really couldn't fight it out, and he wished he could die with Cao Zhao.

"It's so pitiful..." Little Shu Miao'er looked at it sympathetically and asked, "If I find a good doctor, can it be cured? My sister Ya'er is very skilled in medicine. May I ask sister Ya'er to help you treat your finger?"

"No need..." Shang Yang shook his head: "I was suspended because of being slandered by Cao Zhao for fighting. It's very serious, even the best doctors can't make it back to its original state, the golden age of e-sports players is only a few years, I was not young when I entered the industry, I was banned for two years, plus The injury on my finger... Even if I go back to the game, I won't be the same person I used to be..."