My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 98 - 87: Great Talent Takes Time to Mature

Chapter 98: Chapter 87: Great Talent Takes Time to Mature

"Bro, let me give you a piece of advice, anyone who can be with my sister is definitely not normal.

You need to have good stamina, the ability to stay up late, be on call, endure hardships, and you can’t go AFK for meals, feed the enemy, let her down, or affect her competitions!

She’s a King when she solo queues, and even if you duo queue with her, you can’t drop to Grandmaster.

In her words, men, they just affect her APM."

Duan Xian sighed.

"There was this guy who chased her for two years, grinded from Iron all the way to Grandmaster, and ended up being blacklisted for dying just once to cover her retreat..."

"Why blacklist him for sacrificing himself to protect her?" Meng Lang asked, puzzled.

"Because that guy was playing a late-game carry..."

"Uh..."

What is love but a reason to feed in vain...

"I doubt she’ll ever get married off, so I never introduce my sister to anyone, because I know you guys get easily dazzled by her looks and veer off into the wrong path, squandering your youth for nothing!"

Meng Lang was speechless for a while before he patted Duan Xian on the shoulder.

"Bro, you really have your heart in the right place!"

Then he suddenly changed the subject.

"But... are you sure it’s not because you’re worried that we might obsess over improving our skills to chase your sister and reach King rank, only to get back at you for the matches you crushed us in before?"

"That... That’s impossible!"

Duan Xian’s gaze drifted, and he could only cough awkwardly under Meng Lang’s piercing stare.

"Cough! Of course, what you mentioned could potentially be a side effect, after all, out of ten guys who have chased my sister, I can’t beat nine.

But that’s definitely not the main reason!"

Emm...

Truly a great brother!

Who says college students are naive? Gamers have the darkest hearts!

Meng Lang stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, then suddenly made a suggestion.

"Speaking of which, we haven’t played in a long time, right? Today everybody’s free, how about a game?"

"Huh? Just the two of us?"

"Hey, hey! What’s with that look?"

"It used to be three carrying one, and now it’s just me..."

"Who needs you to carry, we’re going head-to-head today!"

Duan Xian’s look became even more perplexed.

Before, I was begging you to play and you wouldn’t agree, and now you’re eager to get served? Who gave you this courage?

Looking at Meng Lang, who was eager to try, "Are you sure?"

"Of course! Hurry up, let’s go!"

Duan Xian could only take out his phone with a resigned look, and then... he revealed a mischievous smile...

What’s the joy in gaming if not to stomp some noobs?

But he failed to notice that Meng Lang, who also took out his phone, became somewhat dazed as he entered the familiar interface...

...

Forty minutes later...

"This... this is not scientific!"

Duan Xian stared at the word "Defeat" in the center of the screen, completely dumbfounded.

Although the win was hard-fought and there was a lot of back-and-forth, he... he actually lost.

And it was clear that the other side’s hand speed hadn’t changed much, but the tactical awareness and item choices had suddenly become much savvier, not losing out to those veteran hardcore players at all.

He looked up, incredulously, at Meng Lang, who looked equally dazed.

The latter, sensing Duan Xian’s gaze, lifted his head at a 45-degree angle to show a profile filled with emotion.

"The road to revenge is so long... I’ve waited for this moment for four years, and thought I would feel full of satisfaction, but now I only feel an immense emptiness inside..."

Duan Xian: "..."

No, you were satisfied; it’s just that your satisfaction was kind of forced...

"Were you swapped with an alien or something? Are you still the same guy who used to get killed by a simple AI one-on-one?"

"Ha-ha! You don’t understand, any great success is accumulated over time," Meng Lang answered meaningfully.

He wasn’t fighting alone.

Just now, he suddenly realized a problem.

To improve gaming skills, do you really need to send brothers to study? Isn’t it just like eating, sleeping, and playing games—a normal part of human daily life?

If even the obscure and dull medical and legal knowledge points could be transferred to him, then what about gaming experience?

After all, it’s easy to forget knowledge points, but hard to forget how to play games!

It doesn’t make sense that after over a hundred years of life combined, he would wash his hands clean of LOL, does it?

Even if he lived facing the sea in his old age, he would still need a mobile phone, right? And Internet access, right? Otherwise, what would be the difference from a caveman?

Indeed, this game confirmed his suspicions.

Besides future information and academic knowledge points, even life skills and gaming experience could be inherited by him, and they could even accumulate multiple times...

It’s true that gaming relies a lot on talent, but can a quantitative change lead to a qualitative change?

Talent determines the ceiling, and effort determines the floor—that’s also true. But what if I max out my efforts?

So... is this the rhythm of becoming good at everything little by little?

Brothers, your short lives have not been wrongly invested after all...

No matter how tough it gets, please remain hopeful about the future because every bit of effort you make won’t be in vain, every persistence you show won’t go unrewarded!

"Any great success is accumulated over time? Don’t tell me you’ve done nothing but get addicted to gaming these past two years?"

Duan Xian clearly misunderstood Meng Lang’s words.

"How could that be, I’m purely a late bloomer. Just as the saying goes: unnoticed for ten years while honing your skills, then achieving fame overnight..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, if I didn’t know that you had never met my sister before, I would have thought you fell for it too."

"Pssh! Do I seem like someone who has no control over themselves around beautiful women?" Meng Lang scoffed.

"Yes!" Duan Xian nodded affirmatively.

"Leave Kexin out of it, even if a slightly less beautiful woman showed a little fondness towards you, you, this novice, would definitely think you’ve found true love."

"Er..."

Right in the heart, bro.

The thing is, he saw right through me; I owe Lu Kexin a thank you for your brilliant commentary...

"Oh right, this is for you." Duan Xian took out a note from his pocket and pushed it across the table.

Meng Lang looked at the thin note, his gaze somewhat helpless.

The future, you still came at me full force.

"A promissory note?"

"Holy shit! Do you have to be such a mind reader?!" Duan Xian was startled.

He hadn’t even opened it yet, how did he know what it was?

Meng Lang was somewhat helpless.

I didn’t want to know; it’s just that a brother loves to spoil things.

Even though bringing out this promissory note means it’s asking to be torn...

But I can’t pretend to be ignorant; otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of several well-written characters, and more than ten thousand yuan?

"Sigh! If it’s not a promissory note, could it be a check? And can we not use such a gross descriptor as ’mind reader’?"

"Fine, fine. If you think ’mind reader’ doesn’t sound nice, what about ’two wings of a phoenix, but flying alone, with a telepathic understanding between hearts’?"

"Er... let’s just stick with ’mind reader,’ shall we?"