"winner!~"

Look at the word victory on the screen and listen to the sound coming from the electronic sound.

Wang Bo sighed boredly.

My favorite moba game in the past, but recently I feel like it’s just like crap when I play it.

In other words, since the beginning of the holiday, I have felt that everything is boring.

He didn't know the specific reason, but he simply felt that the game seemed to have lost its former charm.

You can't get any happiness at all, or in other words, this happiness is short-lived.

There is no sense of hierarchy.

During the trip, I could still feel a slight burst of joy.

But every time the game ends, there is only emptiness.

This has never happened before...

'Am I electronically weak?'

At this moment, Wang Bo inexplicably thought of this hot word that recently appeared on the Internet.

This word is used to describe the situation of those uncles in the 1980s and 1990s who loved games but were unable to continue playing them.

The reason is that they are too busy with trivial matters in their daily lives, leaving them in neither the mood nor the ability to immerse themselves in a game.

It's the same as not being able to pay for the public rations when it's time to pay them.

The person who coined this term is truly a genius!

Wang Bo still thought so at the time...

But now, how come this situation has happened to me?

I am only 17 years old today! How can I be weak!

At this moment, Wang Bo felt inexplicably irritable.

"Hey, hey, you talk."

"Brother, that wave of junglers just now was awesome, didn't you?!"

"One person is chasing two people, and he looks like a professional player!"

At this time, his friend's voice came from the headset.

This guy is not a classmate of Class 9, but a close friend of mine when he was in junior high school.

Because he had the same ideals and hobbies as himself, Wang Bo still had contact with him.

But now, Wang Bo suddenly felt that this hobby seemed to have disappeared.

"Hey, hey, hey? Did you hear that?"

"Damn? Are you disconnected? Or am I disconnected?"

An urging voice came from the headset again.

Wang Bo weakly replied: "It doesn't stop, it doesn't stop, I can hear it, what are you yelling about, it's annoying."

"Tsk, you are so jealous. The last one is my MVP, why are you not happy?" The voice in the headset came out again: "Come on, come on, ready, next one, while I still have the feeling, I will take you

Go to Oita!”

Hearing this, Wang Bo moved to the preparation, but after hesitating for a moment, he still did not click: "Oh, forget it, I'm not in the mood to play, you can play by yourself."

"Holy shit? Why? We only played two rounds now, right? Don't we usually start with ten rounds? What happened today?" The other end of the headset made a confused sound.

"It's boring." Wang Bo replied briefly.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed: "What the hell?! You find the game boring now?!"

"Do you still remember our original dream?"

"We are men who want to become professional gamers?!"

"Now you tell me it's boring?!"

"No, Wang Bo~"

The other party's tone was slightly disappointed.

Wang Bo was unmoved: "I suddenly felt, can we really become a profession by playing games?"

"To this day, I'm still a silver-tongued dog."

"There's no point in saying that talent is not strong. When it comes to mentality, it's easy to get ahead of others. It doesn't look like we are aiming for a career."

"Don't lie to yourself, brother, we are just tired of studying and want to find an excuse to play games."

Wang Bo sighed heavily, inexplicably thinking of Li Cheng.

This guy has now convinced his parents to try cooking various dishes at home during this holiday. I heard that he also signed up for a class outside and started to learn cooking systematically.

Although I heard it was quite tiring, my grandson smiled and told himself every time!

I feel a little envious now.

Maybe it’s time for me to find something I really love, but how can I find this kind of thing?

Teacher Ren said that the exploration of talent requires sufficient vision.

But can I really break away from my current vision and find a new direction now?

Wang Bo was a little unsure.

At this time, a voice came from the other side again: "Don't talk about it, I know this direction anyway, does it matter if it's for fun or something else?"

"Just rush and that's it. Why do you think so much?"

"Just like the four-panel cartoon about pigeons, don't you have to go to the dock to order French fries in the end?"

"No matter how much you think about it, what's the use?!"

"But the problem is, if you go in the wrong direction, the harder you work, the more desperate you become. Have you never thought that the pigeon will be caught and made into roasted pigeon when it reaches the dock?" Wang Bo replied.

"Even if you're lucky enough not to be caught, so what?"

"Going to the pier to order French fries for the rest of your life?!"

"Brother, we are human beings, not pigeons. We have to do something meaningful instead of sitting in front of the computer every day, incompetently furious..."

As he spoke, Wang Bo's brows gradually wrinkled, and he became even more irritable.

The person on the other side was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Wang Bo, why are you so obsessed with thinking all of a sudden? Weren't you like this before?"

"Did you go to the lake in high school?"

Hearing this, Wang Bo was stunned...

Yes, I have never been like this before.

Why are you thinking so much now?

In his doubts, Ren Yan's mean smile appeared in Wang Bo's mind.

All these changes seem to have started when Ren Yan started teaching Class 9.

'Is this the subtle influence that Teacher Ren always mentioned?'

Wang Bo had some guesses in his mind.

A voice came from the other side again: "You can play it or not, I'll open it myself if you don't play it!"

"I won't play." Wang Bo shook his head and withdrew from the team.

Perhaps from this moment on, I am no longer on the same path as my former friends.

It’s no longer on the same path as my past self…

Wang Bo sighed and took off his headset.

Looking at the ceiling, his eyes gradually became lost in thought.

However, the next moment, the phone rang again.

It's neither Xia Yue nor Li Cheng, but the WeChat group of Class 9.

'Who is showing off their holiday life again?'

Wang Bo smiled, shook his head, and opened WeChat.

However, the next moment, it was a message from Ren Yan.

‘Boys, it’s time for Class 9 to start classes~’

Seeing this unusually unexpected news, Wang Bo suddenly felt as if his heart stopped for a beat.

Most of the confusion I felt before disappeared in an instant.

I can’t find the direction myself, can’t Teacher Ren still find it?!
To be continued...