"Brother, what kind of game is this?"

The little boy pointed at the colorful special effects of the computer screen and his eyes were straightened.

"DOTA2." The brother smiled and touched his head.

"Why haven't you played with the glory that has been popular for a long time?" The boy took out his cell phone, and the small screen was also full of colors.

My brother was still smiling at the wonderful operations of the anchor on the computer, and he kept his eyes open: "I'm old and can't accept the new game."

The boy fiddled with his cell phone, but his eyes couldn't turn off the computer screen. He always felt that the wave-like creature inside was quite beautiful to operate.

Seeing this, my brother suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Why don't you try this game?"

The boy shook his head: "I heard it's difficult."

"It's difficult to be challenging." The brother's eyes suddenly became bright, "You may not believe it if you said it. If my mother didn't agree, I would have gone to work in a profession back then, maybe even a shield would be available."

【Holy shit!】

【Ultra kill!】

【Ahem…】

The brother pointed to the screen and said, "This person is my favorite anchor, named AME. He retired after winning the championship. However, when he first came out to play for his profession, he was so badly criticized, especially in that World Championship, when he played in the waterman and his teammates..."

My brother is about to graduate from college, but my younger brother is just in elementary school. My older brother's eyes shine and tells my younger brother about his youth, that is, his own youth.

"Haoyi! Come down to help, the store is so busy!"

"Come!"

"Mom called me, you...you watch slowly." Seeing that my brother's eyes were so straightforward, the brother simply opened the live broadcast room and went downstairs to help.

The boy held his cell phone blankly and stared at the screen, the blue elf who was traveling back and forth on the battlefield, and the bright red numbers jumping, and the majestic and thick shouts.

【Rampage!】

In the dark, something strange seemed to be passed on.

...

“Hy-po-cri-te.”

"Hey-Phe-Corry-Te."

"No, read to me, Hy-po... Chen Yu! Stand up! Was he going to be a little bit again?"

The sleepy boy stood up and wiped off the saliva from the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened: "Report to the teacher, I don't!"

"Then what does the word I just read mean?" The teacher pushed the black glasses frame.

"Uh..." The boy got stuck.

"Hypocrite means 'hypocrite'. Do you want to get into a good university like this? Copy it a hundred times!"

The boy sat down with his lips pouting and muttered, "Anyway, I'll go to work for a profession in the future..."

The girl at the same table laughed and said, "Hehe, if you can play a profession, I can still get into Peking University."

The boy was dissatisfied: "Let's see."

...

"You say it again!"

The boy said coldly with a gloomy face. A fat man in his twenties stood in front of him.

The fat man was arrogant and pointed at the boy's nose: "I said, you, a poor guy like you took a broken keyboard, sat next to me and played broken games, which affected my mood."

The boy clenched his fists, took a deep breath, pulled out the keyboard and mouse, and said lightly: "Then I'll go find other machines to sit."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, the fat boy turned his head and looked at the screen beside him, and shouted sarcastically: "Dota 2? There are still people playing the old game more than 20 years ago. It seems that you are not old. Why are you going to be archaeological or digging graves?"

The boy stopped, suppressed his anger, and laughed, "You were scolded by your teammates when you were knelt on your game. You didn't have to vent your anger at me."

The fat man was so angry that he was embarrassed: "It's because you are next to me that you know bad luck?"

Twenty minutes later...

【Victory!】

The boy unplugged the keyboard again and said lightly: "It's not that this game is simple, but that you're too terrible."

"Fuck you..." The fat man waved his fist at the young man.

...

"Why are you fighting?" the grown-up brother asked in a deep voice.

The boy raised his head and said, "He smashed the keyboard you gave me."

The brother was stunned and sighed: "Then you can't do it..."

"He also said our mom..."

My brother remained silent after hearing this.

"Hao! Call Xiaoyu down with you and the guests are here."

"Come now!" After the brother answered, he turned around and said to his brother: "Don't think about this, go downstairs first."

The boy was unmoved, but instead raised his head: "Brother, I'm already in the top 200, I want to play a profession."

The brother was silent for a while and shook his head: "Let's talk about it, mom is about to retire, and there is not enough staff in the store."

...

"E-sports? Go to Shanghai? You are almost a college student. Can you please stop making such willful decisions?" The middle-aged woman wearing an apron immediately stopped the movements in her hand and looked at her son in front of her unhappily.

The boy lowered his head: "Mom, I...I want to try it. There is a professional club that found me..."

The woman shook her head helplessly: "We have no money..."

The brother who was shaking the spoon was silent.

The woman advised her kindly: "Go to a good university, don't be like your bastard who gambles around, learn a money-making major, what will be the future of playing games..." As she said that, she reached out to touch his head.

The boy took a step back slightly, turned his head, and rushed out of the door.

"Hey, this little brat, Haoyi, it's all you. When I was a child, I was obsessed with any game I took him to play!" Mom couldn't help but complain about her brother who "brought to lead the boy".

"Mom, please calm down, I'll go and persuade him." The brother said a few words, then went out to find his younger brother.

...

It was very dark outside because it was midnight. The only street light on was stretching out a lonely shadow. The sixteen-year-old boy was standing at the intersection, looking at the confused road ahead, at a loss.

"If you want to go, go."

The boy turned around in shock, and behind him was his brother who was gradually entering his thirties, Chen Haoyi.

"I will bear it for you on Mom. As for the money..." Brother Hao touched his pocket and handed over a passbook.

The boy took it, was stunned when he looked at the amount inside, his lips trembled slightly: "This..."

"This is a real wife book, used to marry a wife." Brother Hao pretended to be heartbroken and turned around and smiled again, "It just so happens that I don't have a wife now, so I'll lend it to you. You can spend it well for me."

The boy gritted his teeth and said nothing.

My brother can't change his chatterbox personality:

"I'll pay it back later."

"Or I won't have a wife to marry."

"I heard that Ti has a lot of bonuses."

"You won the championship and you will have to pay me twice."

The lights are flickering, very dark, and it is difficult to illuminate the road ahead, but fortunately there is still moonlight above your head, which can guide the way for passers-by.

...

At three o'clock in the morning, everyone in the room fell asleep.

According to the plan of his brother, the young man Chen Yu quietly dragged out the suitcase in the closet, and tiptoed downstairs with his backpack that he had prepared in advance.

There were many guests last night, and the three of them were exhausted.

Chen Yu looked back at the restaurant. The heat in the middle of the night seemed to be still circling on the pot, and the aroma of the ingredients had not completely dissipated. When he thought of leaving alone, he was really reluctant to let it go.

Touching the passbook on his chest, the boy who was no longer young finally made his own choice, turned off the lights, and gently locked them out of the door. He strided towards the station, not paying any attention to the sudden lights on the upstairs.

...

Sitting on the bus, Chen Yu was a little hungry, so he opened his bag and searched for some snacks. Unexpectedly, he was clever and stood there on the spot.

A letter lay in the bag, with the envelope saying: [For son]

[Xiao Yu, I'm really sorry for not coming to see you off. I'm old and can't figure out what you young people think. Haoyi talked to me for a long time. Later, I thought about it carefully. Over the years, because I didn't want you to follow the old path of being a bastard, I imposed my own ideas on you two without authorization. I am a bit selfish. I am an incompetent mother. Haoyi's passbook is placed with you, and I transferred some money to his account. You have to use it well. If you really can't hold on in Shanghai, you can come back and learn cooking with me. Of course, in the end, don't be as unpromising as your mother. Since you are out, you have to make a name for yourself.]

The boy read every word in the letter word by word, tears kept spinning in his eyes.

[By the way, it will be your birthday in half a month. I will put the gift in your box. Remember to read it.]

The boy quickly opened his suitcase and saw what was inside. He could no longer hold it back, and tears flowed down like a dam.
Chapter completed!