Chapter 2: The Legendary Master

Two years ago, I had just become a freshman and arrived at school; I tossed my luggage onto the bed and rushed to handle the first task of the semester: find an internet cafe!

"This place seems pretty good..." There was an internet cafe right at the school gate, which was somewhat unexpected. After paying, I found a computer and sat down. The crisp sounds of racking bolts from all around made me frown: everyone was playing CS!

"Is anyone playing StarCraft?" I shouted into the crowd of people in the internet cafe. WENXUEMI. coM No one paid me any attention.

"Is anyone playing..." "A Gate breached, reinforce quickly!"

"Is anyone..." "Plant the bomb?! Plant the bomb!"

"Is..." "GO! GO! GO!"

"You CS players! Stop shouting! Aren't you annoying!" I really couldn't take it anymore.

A fat guy in the front row turned around in response, "What's the matter? Not letting us shout? On what grounds?"

"If you're not convinced, let's duel!" I didn't even look up.

The fat guy's face turned purple, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to come over. Everyone in the internet cafe fell silent, their gazes focused on the two of us.

"Speak up! What do you want to compete in?" I was not in the least bit anxious.

The fat guy was stunned. "Compete in what?"

"Nonsense! In an internet cafe, a duel is about games, isn't it? You pick the game first, best of three!"

The audience finally realized.

The fat guy scratched his head and smiled cunningly: "CS is fine."

"Good! Who can tell me the basic controls!" I looked at the audience nearby.

"..." In everyone's eyes, there was only one word:

Pitiful.

"I'll teach him! Give me five minutes!" Hearing the voice, I looked over and saw a tall, thin high school student wearing glasses who looked quite refined.

He nodded at me: "Hello! My name is Yang Mo! I used to play Quake for a while!" Saying this, he smiled at me again.

"I see." I replied calmly, "Tell me the basic controls!"

Five minutes later...

"... Okay, basically that's it!" Yang Mo paused, "Just treat it like Quake, anyway, they are both first-person shooter games.."

"By the way, that fat guy is named Andy. Don't face him in a gunfight; his rushing is the strongest here. But as for his overall strength..." Yang Mo pushed his glasses, "Hehehe..."

"Yang Mo! You only beat me once! Damn! Let's go again later!" The fat guy roared.

"You beat him first," Yang Mo pointed at me, then quickly whispered in my ear: "Just get one point!"

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The map chosen was Bloodstrike.

This fat guy was indeed a master. Character movement in CS was slower than in Quake. Every time I encountered him, although my bullets all hit him, I was the one who died. There were even times when I died the moment I peeked out, the screen turning red.

I was puzzled when Yang Mo spoke up again, "It turns out you really don't know how to play... In CS, shooting the head deducts more health from the opponent..."

"You should have said so earlier!" As I was speaking, the fat guy, no, Andy, had already rushed to my spawn point. I instinctively raised my M4a1...

Headshot!

Yang Mo chuckled darkly on the side, "I said, Andy, you really are a good person... Throwing your big head right into someone's gun barrel, hehehe, it's really hilarious.."

The fat guy's face turned purple again. After that, I never had another chance, and finally lost with a score of 27 to 1.

"Alright, now it's my turn to choose," I interrupted the fat guy's smugness, "Let's fight on StarCraft!"

The fat guy continued to be smug, "Hehehe, you didn't expect this, did you? I'm a master at StarCraft too! I'm a known figure on the Battle. net!"

"I'll go random, you pick the race." I was too lazy to even pay him any attention.

About ten minutes later...

"No way... I said, Andy... Their defense towers are already at your doorstep, and you're still building... Really..." Yang Mo was displaying his signature fox-like smile again.

"Yang Mo! Do I have a grudge against you? Why do you only help that kid!" The fat guy's face was red and his neck was thick with anger.

"Alright, what do we compete in next?" I rubbed my hands together, asking with some excitement.

"Compete in Age of Empires!" Audience Member A shouted.

"No way! If he's so strong at StarCraft, would he be weak at Age of Empires!? That's unfair to Andy!" Audience Member B objected.

"Then let's compete in FIFA Soccer! It's neither real-time strategy nor first-person shooter, it's fair!" Audience Member C said.

"I won't play! Comparing FIFA to Pro Evolution Soccer is trash!" This time, even the fat guy and I said it in unison.

"Then let's compete in Need for Speed..." Audience Member D said timidly.

"We don't have this game installed in our internet cafe." The owner appeared at some point.

Audience Member D: "..."

"I propose," Yang Mo continued to act like a fox, "Let's compete in Quake," he glanced at the fat guy, "Any objections, Comrade Andy?"

"Wahahaha, I was one of the top four in Beijing for Quake tournaments. That kid definitely isn't a match," the fat guy was foaming at the mouth, as if he had transformed into a human sprinkler, "The reason I'm so strong at CS is because of my solid foundation in Quake..."

I sighed, "Alright, I have no objections."

The word in the audience's eyes immediately changed to: Utterly foolish!

I glanced sideways at Yang Mo, but the smile in his eyes grew even stronger.

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We chose the 1v1 small map Fatal Instinct. As the characters controlled by the two of us appeared at the spawn points, the Quake match began, its speed dazzling the eyes...

Before half the match time had passed, the fat guy raised his head proudly, "I say, no need to keep fighting, let's just stop here..."

"I concede..." He lowered his head again.

The audience looked at the screen with shocked expressions, "0:45!!"

"Aren't you one of the top four in Beijing?" The audience questioned the fat guy.

"But the opponent is the Chinese champion..." Yang Mo said lightly.

...!!!!

Fatty tried to mimic the surroundings to avoid everyone's gaze, but finally gave up due to his excessive fatness.

"Yang Mo! You explain this to me clearly!!" Fatty tried again to mask his embarrassment with anger.

"I recognized him the moment he arrived. Isn't that L. L, the double champion of China's Thunder God and Starfall? He's even your idol, and this is how you welcome him? Hm?!" Yang Mo was merciless.

Fatty tried again to merge with the trash can, but abandoned the attempt due to his physique.

"Forget it, don't be like that." I patted Yang's shoulder, "It's my fault, challenging a senior right after arriving."

Andy finally found a way out and came over, saying, "So you are L. L? I've heard your name for a long time! I'm a second-year student at Polytechnic University, just call me Andy! If you need anything in the future, just speak up, I'll definitely help!" After saying that, he quickly slipped away.

Yang Mo suddenly spoke up: "L. L, let's form a CS team, you be the captain!"

"Me?! Don't joke, you saw it yourself, I don't know how to play CS at all!"

"No problem! You're so strong as Thunder God, you'll become a master at CS very quickly!" Yang Mo put away his fox-like face and said seriously, "I have another classmate who is also very strong, his name is Xiao K. With the three of us plus Fatty and Andy, we just need to find one more person and it'll be ok!"

"Actually, I do have a friend who plays CS... but I don't know his skill level..." I thought of Xu Ge, "Someone who ranked third in China as Thunder God shouldn't be too bad..."

Thus, on this gloomy afternoon, the CS team that would later become number one in the world was founded...

The captain was a rookie who had never played CS before...

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