Chapter 1963

Massive funds poured into the e-sports industry to attract attention. On the surface, it looks like flowers. At the same time, countless series and video dramas also contribute to the fire.

However, who can see the tragedy of those "old" players who have limited talent and retire silently.

He is an old player in his 20s. He can't keep up with his hand speed, consciousness and attention. He can only retire sadly.

They have low education and no skills after retirement. How will they live in the future?

Therefore, ye Qingqiu firmly does not support his son's entry into E-sports.

But the communication between father and son is boring and full of gunpowder.

This has been the case since ancient times.

Although ye Qingqiu has a deep mind, he can only face this "communication" that makes him in a dilemma in his life.

Reasoning with my son is far more complex than medical disputes, and even more difficult to communicate than medical disputes. No matter how strict the point is, it's ten times harder to communicate with your wife.

In the hospital, ye Qingqiu can know all the needs of patients and their families. I can control the rhythm, follow the development of the situation and solve the problem easily.

Over the years 912, ye Qingqiu has made great contributions to the fact that there have been no such shocking major medical disputes.

However, at home, in the face of his son, ye Qingqiu had no way at all.

He knows what his son is pursuing - dream!

Such an ethereal word contains the thoughts of many young people.

Ye Qingqiu was young, full of passion and had his own dream.

But he has been driven by life for a long time. He knows that dreams are just dreams.

What can be achieved is called expectation.

What cannot be realized is called a dream.

Only a cavity of warm blood is not enough, but also unparalleled persistence, faith, and even great luck to realize your dream.

The teenagers entering the e-sports industry are so young that they haven't even had time to establish their own three outlooks.

Ye Qingqiu sighed deeply. He looked at the picture on the TV blankly.

It was a game last night. His son's team was eliminated when he scored 16 and 8.

It's not a final, but just a regional primary event with less than 10000 online broadcasts.

The picture is fixed on the scene when the character operated by his son falls to the ground and "dies".

Ye Qingqiu can think of how his opponent cheers and how his son will cry at this moment.

His heart tingled.

For a long time, ye Qingqiu has been numb and indifferent.

Only in the face of his blood borne son will he become more alive.

He lit another cigarette, silently looked at the TV screen and guessed his son's inner activities.

One year ago, father and son had an in-depth communication.

Finally, ye Qingqiu compromised because it was his son and because he had a heart to fight for his dream.

Young and frivolous, then frivolous. Give him a chance to indulge. This is ye Qingqiu's words to comfort himself.

In a year's time, if he can play his name in the newly emerging professional league and enter the ranks of top players, ye Qingqiu will support his son to go on.

If you can't, come back and reread it. It's still an ordinary but safe way.

After getting her own consent, ye Qingqiu could feel the enthusiasm burst out of her son's body.

He trained day and night and didn't even have time to eat a serious meal.

Ye Qingqiu watched silently. He just saw that his son ate fast food such as hamburgers during the interval of training every day. He was a little distressed.

But it's okay. It's only one year.

Last night's game, the agreement between father and son had an answer.

Leaving the e-sports industry and returning to tradition is ye Qingqiu's bottom line.

Just

Can my son agree?

He didn't pick up at the airport. His wife went.

The communication between mother and son may be smoother, thought ye Qingqiu.

The sound of the elevator came faintly, and ye Qingqiu felt his heart beating fast. Even in the face of the most professional medical trouble, he was not so nervous.

After all, blood is thicker than water. He knows what his son will think and do.

He won't give up. He is as stubborn as when he was young.

The door opened and the sound of changing shoes came. Ye Qingqiu didn't look back. He could hear the sound of changing shoes.

This is the son who saw the TV picture.

Ye Qingqiu took a deep puff of smoke. The smoke was swirling. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her son directly enter his room.

I didn't even say hello.

After a few minutes, ye Qingqiu looked at his lover.

She shook her head sadly, indicating that her son was in a bad mood.

Ye Qingqiu put out the smoke, went outside his son's room and knocked at the door.

Respect is necessary, but sometimes, you must have your own bottom line.

After knocking, ye Qingqiu pushed the door in directly.

He saw his son sitting on the bed with a blank face.

"Failed." Ye Qingqiu tried to speak in a plain tone.

"Then come back as agreed." He continued, "it's just a try. It doesn't matter if you fail. You're still young and have the opportunity to keep trying and making mistakes until you find the way that suits you best."

"No!"

The young man made a stubborn voice.

"Want to go back? Last year, we had an agreement." Ye Qingqiu's tone has become severe.

"What I can qualify is just a mistake! Just a mistake!"

Ye Qingqiu looked at his son and felt mixed. A mistake? In this life, you have to face more mistakes, many of which will make you doomed.

Just this sentence, ye Qingqiu didn't say. He looked at his son's slightly emaciated face and was distressed in his heart.

After working hard for a year, he failed in the end. The reason for failure will never be the seemingly insignificant mistake, but the gap in strength.

It's no accident that you want to climb to the top and become the one standing on the top of the pyramid.

It is a necessity, a complex of effort, struggle, struggle, talent and luck.

But his son doesn't understand this.

……

Ye Qingqiu's lover stood outside the door nervously, listening to the quarrel between father and son. His son is hysterical about his dream, while ye Qingqiu is calmly telling the truth.

She knew that her old leaf's mood also collapsed. Otherwise, she would never say this when her son's mood was not stable.

Twenty minutes later, the quarrel became more and more intense.

There was a crisp sound of "pa", and then it seemed that a heavy object fell to the ground in the room. Ye Qingqiu's lover rushed in.

The son sat blankly on the ground, waving his hands flustered in front of his eyes.

"Son..."

"Mom, I can't see."