"Lin Fan, wake up! Look what time it is?!"
Opening my eyes in the early morning, the first thing I saw was Xinyu's pretty face.
I suddenly remembered that I had been far too excited last night and didn't fall asleep until one in the morning. Just last night, Xu Lin had wired over 120,000 RMB directly into my personal account. Ever since I quit WAR3 a year ago, I hadn't made that kind of money. Back then, I gave every single cent I earned to my parents, which left me dead broke later on. Yet they still heartlessly drove me out of the house. Is playing games really such a dead-end path? When I was a professional player, my annual salary was 200,000—not something an ordinary white-collar worker could easily make. Why couldn't people just accept e-sports?
Chapter 72