"I want to ask, what exactly is the concept of 3S level?"
"It's the highest level that current instruments can measure."
"How much better is that than your 2S level?"
Safeng was silent for a while, and something to say came to his lips, but he swallowed it back into his stomach.
After a while, he responded to the question: "...This is difficult to compare and quantify, but there is a barrier at every level.
“Every level you cross is a breakthrough for yourself.
“In fact, many people don’t know where their ceiling is, and they don’t know whether they can achieve the next breakthrough.
"All we can do is practice, practice non-stop."
Ye Feng asked: "When did you break through to A-level?"
"Nine years old."
“I’ll go!”
Ye Feng almost thought he had heard it wrong. This was the legendary child from someone else's family!
He then asked, "What about breaking through to level 2S?"
"Eleven years old."
Oh! This is not letting people live.
Comparison is the key to success. He is 19 years old this year, but he still thought he was young before.
Ye Feng sighed: "How did you practice this?"
Safeng paused for a while, as if he was thinking about what to say, or as if he didn't know what to say.
In the end, he just said a few words lightly: "It's just practice."
"So, how old were you when you started practicing?"
"I don't know. Ever since I can remember, apart from the necessary rest time, I have been practicing and studying."
"No time for leisure and entertainment?"
"If you mean playtime, no."
"How boring is that?"
"……fine."
Safeng paused for a while, then said calmly: "Actually, there is nothing else to do besides this."
"How is it possible, no playmates?"
"No."
"There's always a sparring partner, right?"
"You mean the coaches one by one?"
"What about those of the same age?"
A child-like figure flashed through Safeng's mind: "...When I was about four or five years old, there was one."
"And then?"
"There was no later. We didn't see each other again. It was only a few days."
Ye Feng was puzzled: "Why?"
"Because one day at noon, he told me that there was a little red-beaked beast outside, half bird, half beast, furry and very interesting.
"I thought it was very interesting when I heard it at the time, so I sneaked out with him to look for it, which ended up delaying our afternoon practice.
"My father was furious, and I never saw him again."
There wasn't much regret in Safeng's words, or perhaps he had already gotten used to it.
Because everything around him is measured with a ruler, and he always tries his best to avoid any errors.
And what that person did was just a mistake that should be erased.
But the strange thing is that he still remembers it.
Ye Feng sighed: "Your father is so strict! What about your mother?"
In my impression, most mothers rarely have the heart to be so harsh on their own children.
"I haven't seen it."
The mechanical, monotonous electronic sound spoke calmly in the dark night sky, without any sadness or emotion.
There was hardly a trace of emotion in it.
Like the moonlight, it is clear and cold, quiet and distant, like an ancient well without ripples, and yet it seems to contain thousands of thoughts.
“…”
Ye Feng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
It seemed inappropriate to ask further, so I ended up just changing the subject.
"I see that the people here don't have much fun in life. All they do all day is practice and fight monsters. There's really no fun at all."
But after a while, he smacked his lips and couldn't help but cry out for Safeng: "It really... ruined my childhood."
Sa Feng was stunned for a moment, and his voice became slightly warmer: "It's okay, it's nothing, I'm used to it."
I don’t know if the habit he was talking about was getting used to being alone or getting used to practicing every day.
"Tsk," Ye Feng suddenly felt a little emotional and wanted to say something.
"If you ask me, this thing called 'habit' is really scary.
"It can tame people little by little, making you unconsciously follow the circle it draws for you day after day.
“Even if you jump out of one circle, you will enter another.”
Ye Feng's gaze unconsciously shifted away: "Some people gradually grow and become stronger through habit, like you.
"Some people gradually wither away in their habits until the end of their lives, just like... my father."
He paused slightly and added, "I'm talking about my own father."
He knew that Safeng could understand what he meant.
And Safeng did not make any sound expressing doubt, nor did he take the opportunity to ask any further questions.
Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know why, but today he suddenly wanted to talk about something that he had rarely told others before.
Perhaps, the silent night itself makes people want to talk.
Or perhaps, he wanted to subtly tell this person that it is normal for life to be unhappy.
"He lost his legs in an accident, and he spent all day and all night drinking. When he was drunk he would talk endlessly about how glorious he was, how great he was, and how awesome he was.
“Haha, actually, it wasn’t that glorious back then. It was just the regret and helplessness after I couldn’t take care of myself that made the ordinary things before seem extraordinarily extraordinary.
"Then he gradually got used to living a life of drunkenness and dreams every day, and his days were chaotic. His temper became more and more irritable, and he would throw things and throw tantrums at the slightest provocation."
Ye Feng took a deep breath and said, "I didn't understand him at that time. How could he ruin himself like that?
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