The Surgeon's Studio

A huge amount of money poured into the e-sports industry to attract attention. On the surface, it looked like a blooming flower, but at the same time, countless TV series and video clips added fuel to the fire.

However, no one could see the tragedy of the "old" players who had limited talent and silently retired.

A 20-year-old player was already considered a senior player. His hand speed couldn't keep up, his awareness couldn't keep up, and he didn't have any attention. He could only retire.

They had low academic qualifications and did not have any skills after retirement. How were they going to live in the future?

So ye Qingqiu firmly didn't support his son entering the esports industry.

However, the communication between father and son was very boring and full of gunpowder.

This had been the case since ancient times.

Although ye Qingqiu's thoughts were deep, he could only face this kind of "communication" that put him in a dilemma in life.

Reasoning with his son was far more complicated than a medical dispute, and even more difficult to communicate than a medical dispute. To put it more seriously, it was ten times more difficult than communicating with his wife.

In the hospital, ye Qingqiu could know all the needs of the patient and the patient's family. He could control the rhythm and follow the development of the situation to easily solve the problem.

For so many years, 912 had not had any shocking major medical disputes, and ye Qingqiu's credit could not go unnoticed.

However, at home, facing his own son, ye Qingqiu had no way of dealing with him.

He knew what his son was pursuing!

Such an illusory word contained the thoughts of many young people.

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

However, after living for so long, he knew that a dream was just a dream.

What could be realized was called expectation.

What could not be realized was called a dream.

It wasn't enough to only have a hot-blooded passion. One also needed unparalleled perseverance, faith, and even excellent luck to realize one's dream.

And the young people who entered the e-sports industry were so young that they hadn't even had time to establish their own values.

Ye Qingqiu took a deep breath and looked at the picture on the TV in a daze.

It was a match last night. His son's team had been eliminated in the top 8.

It wasn't a final match, but a regional-level preliminary competition with less than 10000 online views.

The scene stopped at the scene where his son's character fell to the ground and "died."

Ye Qingqiu could imagine how his opponent would cheer and how sad his son would be.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart.

After living for a long time and seeing many deaths, ye Qingqiu gradually became numb and indifferent.

It was only in front of his son that he would become more lively.

He lit another cigarette and looked at the TV screen silently, trying to guess what his son was thinking.

A year ago, the father and son had an in-depth exchange.

In the end, ye Qingqiu compromised, because that was his son, because he had a heart that fought for his dream.

"If he's young and frivolous, then so be it. Give him a chance to indulge," ye Qingqiu comforted himself.

In a year's time, if he could make a name for himself in the newly emerging professional league and enter the ranks of the top players, ye Qingqiu would support his son to continue.

If it didn't work, then she would come back and re-read it again, and still take the ordinary but more stable path.

After getting his consent, ye Qingqiu could feel the enthusiasm bursting out of his son's body.

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

Ye Qingqiu watched silently, but when he saw that his son only ate fast food like hamburgers during the break between training every day, he felt a little distressed.

However, it was fine. It was only for one year.

After last night's match, the agreement between the father and son had an answer.

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

But ...

Would his son agree?

He didn't go to the airport to pick her up, but his wife did.

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

The sound of the elevator came faintly, and ye Qingqiu felt his heart beat faster. He had never been so nervous, not even when he was faced with the most professional medical disputes.

After all, blood was thicker than water. He knew what his son would think and do.

He wouldn't give up. That stubbornness was the same as when he was young.

The door opened, and the sound of shoes being changed could be heard. Ye Qingqiu didn't turn back to look, but he could hear the sound of changing shoes pause slightly.

This was what her son saw on the television.

Ye Qingqiu took a deep puff of his cigarette. In the smoke, he saw his son enter his room from the corner of his eye.

He didn't even say hello.

After his son entered the house, ye Qingqiu looked at his lover a few minutes later.

She shook her head sadly, indicating that her son was not in a good mood.

Ye Qingqiu put out his cigarette, walked to his son's room, and knocked on the door.

Respect was a must, but sometimes, one had to have their own bottom line.

After knocking on the door, ye Qingqiu directly pushed the door open and went in.

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

"I failed." Ye Qingqiu tried to speak in a calm tone.

"Then, come back as promised." He continued,"it's just an attempt. It doesn't matter if it fails. You're still young, and you still have the chance to keep trying and making mistakes until you find the path that suits you the most. "

"No!"

The young man made a stubborn sound.

"Do you want to regret it? We had an agreement last year. " Ye Qingqiu's tone had become stern.

"I was able to qualify because of a mistake! It was just a mistake!"

Ye Qingqiu looked at his son with mixed feelings in his heart. A mistake? You'll have to face more mistakes in this life, many of which will make you consigned to eternal damnation.

However, ye Qingqiu did not say this. He looked at his son's slightly thin face and felt distressed.

After a year of hard work, he still failed in the end. The reason for failure was definitely not that seemingly insignificant mistake, but the difference in strength.

It wasn't a coincidence that he wanted to reach the top and become the person who stood at the top of the pyramid.

It was a necessity. It was a combination of hard work, hard work, struggle, talent, and luck.

However, his son did not understand this.

……

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

She knew that her old ye had also broken down emotionally. Otherwise, with his behavior, he would never say these things when his son's emotions had not yet stabilized.

Twenty minutes passed, and the argument became more and more intense.

With a crisp "pa" sound, something heavy seemed to have fallen on the ground in the room. Ye Qingqiu's lover rushed in.

His son sat on the ground in a daze, his hands waving in front of his eyes in a panic.

"My son ..."

"Mom, I can't see anything."