"Winner!~"
Looking at the word victory on the screen and listening to the electronic sound.
Wang Bo sighed in boredom.
My favorite moba game in the past has become boring to play recently.
In other words, I felt that life was boring from the beginning of the holiday.
He didn't know the specific reason, he just felt that the game seemed to have lost its former charm.
It doesn't bring you any happiness at all, or rather, this happiness is only short-lived.
There is no sense of hierarchy.
During the trip, I could still feel a slight sense of joy.
But every time the game ends, all that is left is emptiness.
This has never happened before...
'Am I electronically weak?'
At this moment, Wang Bo inexplicably thought of this hot word that has recently appeared on the Internet.
This term is used to describe the situation of those uncles born in the 80s and 90s who love games but are unable to play them.
The reason is that they have too many trivial things to do in their daily lives, which makes them neither in the mood nor in the ability to immerse themselves in a game.
It's similar to being unable to stand up when it's time to pay your dues.
Whoever coined this word is a genius!
Wang Bo still thought so at that time...
But now, how come this situation happened to me?
I am only 17 years old today! How can I be weak?
At this moment, Wang Bo felt inexplicably irritated.
"Hey, hey, hey, say something."
"Brother, that jungle play I just did was awesome, right?!"
"One person chasing two people, just like a professional player!"
At this time, the voice of my friend came from the headset.
This guy was not a classmate of Class 9, but a former friend of his when he was in junior high school.
Because Wang Bo has the same ideals and hobbies as himself, he still keeps in touch with him.
But now, Wang Bo suddenly felt that this hobby seemed to have disappeared.
"Hello, hello? Do you hear me?"
"Shit? Are you disconnected? Or am I disconnected?"
The urging voice came from the headset again.
Wang Bo replied weakly, "It's not interrupted, it's not interrupted, I can hear it, what are you yelling about, it's annoying."
"Tsk, you are just jealous. You were my MVP in the last game, why are you unhappy?" The voice in the headset came out again: "Come on, get ready. In the next game, I will help you get a big score while my hand is still in good shape!"
Hearing this, Wang Bo moved to the ready position, but after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't click on it: "Oh, forget it, I'm not in the mood to play, you play by yourself."
"Holy shit? Why? We've only played two games, right? Don't we usually start with ten games? What happened today?" The person on the other end of the headset said in confusion.
"It's boring." Wang Bo replied briefly.
The other party was stunned at first, and then exclaimed: "What the hell?! You think the game is boring?!"
"Do you still remember our original dream?"
"We are men who want to become professional gamers?!"
"Now you're telling me it's boring?!"
"No way, Wang Bo~"
There was a hint of disappointment in the other party's tone.
Wang Bo was unmoved: "I suddenly wondered, can we really become professionals by playing games?"
"It's still a silver vegetable dog."
"We don't have much talent, and we get carried away easily. We don't look like we have a career goal at all."
"Don't lie to yourself bro, we're just tired of studying and want an excuse to play games."
Wang Bo sighed heavily and thought of Li Cheng inexplicably.
This guy has now convinced his parents and is taking advantage of this holiday to try cooking various dishes at home. I heard that he has also signed up for a class outside and started to learn cooking systematically.
Although I heard it was very tiring, this grandson always talked to me with a smile!
It makes me feel a little envious now.
Maybe I should find something that I really love, but how can I find such a thing?
Teacher Ren said that the pursuit of talent requires sufficient vision.
But can I really break away from my current vision and find a new direction?
Wang Bo was a little unsure.
At this time, a voice came from the other side again: "Don't talk about these nonsense, anyway, I know this direction, who cares if it's for fun or for something else?"
"Just go for it, why think so much?"
"Just like the four-frame cartoon of the pigeon, in the end, you still have to go to the dock to get some French fries, right?"
"What's the point of thinking more?!"
“But the problem is, the direction is wrong and the harder we work, the more desperate we become. Have you ever thought that the pigeon will be caught and made into roasted pigeon when it reaches the dock?” Wang Bo replied.
“Even if I’m lucky enough not to be caught, so what?”
"Go to the dock for some 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, raging with incompetence..."
As he spoke, Wang Bo's brows gradually furrowed, and he became more annoyed.
The other side also followed the silence for a while, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Wang Bo, boy, why are you so fanciful all of a sudden? You weren't like this before?"
"Did you get yourself into a maze in high school?"
Hearing this, Wang Bo was stunned...
Yes, I wasn’t like this before.
Why am I thinking so much now?
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