Luo Xian, an e-sports player from Songhai City, is now in a quarrel with Xue Zhiling and the tycoons of the e-sports companies in Baekje.

Luo Xian was not going to admit defeat because he felt that if he gave up, he would have nothing left.

However, Zheng Meixue, the owner of Baekje's e-sports company, thinks that this e-sports competition or e-sports club is just a business.

If they can obtain the funds through tolerance, they can accept it.

Wei Taiqiang also thought that this was the best ending.

The Tutuqiao is also preparing to accept the market that the e-sports company in Baekje has left after the withdrawal.

This is a happy ending. Even Cao Jiao and Yun Mengjie like it, but Luo Xian doesn't like it.

Luo Xian decided to take on this heavy burden. Will his arrogance not allow him to ask others for help? He vowed to solve the difficulties by his own strength. His mother begged everywhere and accepted the embarrassing help everywhere. He had seen the pain since he was a child. When she came to the rich wife's house, she happily took some money back, and the mother and son would have to quarrel. She didn't think that other people's alms were malicious; and this money could make Luo Xian less hard

She felt quite happy to add some vegetables to the slim supper. But Luo Xian lowered his face and stopped talking all night, and did not eat a single bite of the added dish. Lu Yisha was very sad when she saw it, and she was not aware of the times and insisted on her son to eat it, but he didn't eat it. As a result, she was angry and said something harsh, and he still pushed back. Finally, he threw the rice towel on the table and ran out. The father shrugged and said he was aloof; the brothers laughed at him and divided his portion.

But I have to think about living. The band:--that tormented him so much, because he had to walk through the room with a sarcastic gaze. They looked at his ridiculous movements, inflexible legs, stiff arms, and strong bodies because they were at a loss.

After class, he had to go to the preview meeting in the theater. He often didn't have time to have lunch, and he had some bread and bacon and other food in his bag for rest. The band director Dopiah Pavre was very concerned about the children and taught him to host the preview for the band from time to time as a training session. At the same time, he had to continue his music education. Then he was busy with some teaching until the theater started in the evening. After the show, the Jue Mansion often called him to play the piano for one or two hours. The princess claimed to be a musician, regardless of whether it was good or bad, but she liked it very much. She proposed some weird programs to Luo Xian, putting the tablet rhapsody with the masterpieces of famous artists. But she liked to ask him to compose improvised music the most, and all the topics were stingy and sentimental.

Luo Xian came out of Jue Mansion in the middle of the night, exhausted, his hands were hot, his head was feverish, and there was nothing in his stomach. He was sweating all over, and there was snow or bone-broken fog outside. He had to pass through most of the city to get home. He walked along the way, fought all the teeth, and was drowsy, and he had to pay attention to the puddles under his feet, so as not to dirty his unique evening gown.

He finally returned to the bedroom where he had always lived with his brothers. When he stepped into the top floor with evil air and the shackles of suffering could be temporarily removed, he felt his loneliness, the disgusting and hopelessness of life. He almost lost the courage to take off his clothes. Fortunately, as soon as he went to bed, his sleepiness immediately made him lose his sense of pain.

But when the summer is dawn, and winter is far before dawn, he has to get up. He has to do his own homework: he is free from five to eight, but he has to take some time to deal with the affairs of the public. Because the title of a court musician and the favor of the prince forced him to make some timely music for the festive events in the palace.

Therefore, even the origin of his life is poisoned, even fantasy is not free. But constraints often make people's fantasy more powerful. If actions are not hindered, the mind lacks stimulation and does not need to be active. The troubles of making a living and the boredom of profession, the tighter the tighter the Luo Xian locks up like a cage, the more his resistance heart feels his independence and unrestrainedness. In a life without any worries, he may go with the flow and live by. Now he has only one or two hours of freedom every day, and his energy is there.

Try to burst as much as possible within one or two hours, like a rapid flow rushing among the rocks. A person's strength can only be exerted within a strict range, which is the best training for art. At this point, poverty can not only be said to be a tutor of thought, but also a tutor of style; it teaches the spirit and the body to be indifferent. When time and speech are limited, you will not speak nonsense, and you will develop the habit of only thinking about it. Because you don't have much time to live, you will live twice as much.

This is the case of Luo Xian. He understood the value of freedom under his hindrance; he never wasted precious time for boring actions and words. He was born prolific, and often he could not stop writing by himself. Although his thoughts were sincere, he had no choice: now he had to use the shortest time to write the richest content, and those shortcomings were corrected. This was the most important influence on his spiritual and artistic development, far more than the teacher's teachings and role models of masterpieces. In the years when his personality was mature, he developed a habit of treating music as an exact language, and each sound had the meaning of each sound; he felt very painful to those musicians who were speechless.

However, the song he wrote at that time could not be self-expressed, because he had not yet discovered his self. Education instilled many ready-made emotions into children and became their second nature; Luo Xian was exploring in these many ready-made emotions to find himself. He had only some intuition about his true character; the enthusiasm of adolescence had not yet discovered his personality from the underworld like a thunderbolt clearing the clouds and mists of the sky. In his heart, an ambiguous and strong premonition, and some unrelated to him, could not be removed and had nothing to do with him.

The memories were mixed together. He hated these lies, and he was frustrated when he read the things he wrote were far less than what he thought. He doubted himself in a depressed manner. But he refused to take a card of defeat, and he tried his best to write better and great works. Unfortunately, he always failed. He often had fantasies when writing, thinking that they were not bad. Later, he felt that they were worthless and were printed in exquisite versions, making his vulgar achievements last forever: - because he believed in later generations... Thinking of such humiliation, he cried.

What a tight year! No rest! The hard work is not adjusted at all. There is no game or friends. How can he have it? In the afternoon, while other children were playing, Little Kkosteff was frowning and concentrating, sitting in front of the instrument rack in the dusty and insufficient light theater. At night, other children were already asleep, and he was still there, exhausted and slumped on the chair.

使他感动得流泪,乘机把觊觎已久的亲王送的金表骗上了手,又偷偷的笑他的傻；罗现碰巧听见了,不禁信心大为动摇.他瞧不其他们,但因为天生的需要爱人家,相信人家,所以还是继续受气.他也明明知道,他恨自己,一发觉兄弟俩耍弄他,就把他们揍一顿.可是事过境迁,只要他们要丢下什么饵,他又会上钩的.

But there are even more bitter things. He knew from the side of his neighbor who wanted to please him that his father was talking badly about him. Cao Jiao was proud of his son's glory, but now he became shamelessly jealous. He wanted to overwhelm the child. This was simply ridiculous. He could only laugh at him, even if he was angry: because Cao Jiao was inexplicably good at what he did, he was just angry because of frustration. Luo Xian couldn't say a word, afraid that he would say too heavy words as soon as he opened his mouth, but he was extremely angry.

When everyone had supper together at night, there was no family fun: around the light, facing the stained tablecloth, listening to boring nonsense and chewing sounds, Luo Xian felt that they were both hateful and pitiful, but he couldn't help but love them! He had only one good mother and had a close relationship. But Lu Yisha worked hard all day long, and by night she was no longer energetic, and didn't say a word, and after dinner, she fell asleep on the chair with socks. Moreover, her kindness made her feel indistinguishable from her relationship with her husband and three children; she loved them equally. So Luo Xian could not regard her mother as a confidant, although he needed a confidant. So he hid everything in his heart and didn't open it for a few days

He gritted his teeth and did his monotonous and hard work. This lifestyle is very dangerous for children, especially during development. The tissues of the body are particularly sensitive and easily damaged and cannot recover for the rest of his life. Luo Xian's health is too affected. His parents used to give him a pair of good muscles and a healthy body without any flaws. However, excessive fatigue and having to worry about life at a young age is equivalent to opening a hole for pain in his body; and once he has this hole, his strong body can only add nutrients to pain. He has long had signs of imperfect nerves, and when he was not satisfied, he would dizzy, convulse, and vomit. When he was seven or eight years old, he had a restless sleep, and could speak, shout, or cry in his dreams.

Or laugh; as long as he has something to worry about, these pathological phenomena will recur. Then there is a severe headache, which is sometimes in the neck or temple, and sometimes in the head with a lead hat pressed on it. The eyes also make it difficult for him to have sex: sometimes it pokes into the eye den like a needle, and often dazzles the eyes and cannot read books, so it must be stopped for a few minutes. The food is not enough, it is not hygienic, irregular, and it breaks his strong stomach: either a stomachache or a diarrhea, making him weak in his limbs. But what he can't stand is the heart: it's like crazy and irregular, sometimes it's normal and usually jumps in his chest, as if it's about to burst; sometimes it's weak, as if it's about to stop. At night, the child's body temperature rises and falls suddenly, and it's really afraid of people, it can change from high heat

Because of the low temperature of anemia, he suddenly became hot and trembled. He was suffocated to death, his throat was tied and a nucleus was stuck there, so that he could not breathe. Of course, he was extremely panicked. On the one hand, he did not dare to tell his parents about these feelings, but on the other hand, he continued to analyze them. The more he was focused, the more the pain he felt, or he created some new pain. He took turns to add all the known names of the disease to himself: he thought his eyes were about to be blind, and because he was occasionally dizzy when walking, he thought he was about to fall and die. - This kind of premature terror would always entangle him, suppress others, and follow him tightly. Alas! If he had to die, at least don't die now, die before he could win!...

Victory... the persistent thought always burned in his chest, although he didn't realize it; and he was exhausted and disgusted and struggling in the stinky groove of life, and always supported him! It was a slim and strong feeling, feeling his future achievements and current achievements... the current achievements? Is it just such a neurotic, pathological child who plays the violin and writes some mediocre concertos in the band? - No. The real child is definitely not such a child. It is just an appearance, a face of the day, and it is definitely not his essence. His essence has nothing to do with his current appearance and current form of thought. He knows this very clearly. As long as he looks in the mirror, he will not recognize himself. This broad and red face, thick eyebrows, deep little eyes, and the lower end

A short nose with a bloated nose with a wide open nose, a ruthless gum bone, a pouted mouth, this ugly and vulgar mask has nothing to do with him. He also can't find himself in his own works. He criticized himself and knew that what he did now and what people he is now have no future. But he is sure of what kind of person he will become and what kind of works he can write in the future. Sometimes he blames himself for this belief and thinks it is a proud lie; he wants to teach himself to humiliate and teach himself to suffer as a punishment for himself. However, the belief remains unchanged and nothing can shake it. No matter what he does or thinks, there is no thought, an act, or a work, and he is obsessed with this light! Ah! I hope Jinyao will not stop him in the middle of the way! I hope he will not fall into the trap arranged today!…

With this feeling, he released his boat straight out in the torrent of time. He stood in a dangerous and solemn, holding the rudder and looking straight at the other side. In the band, when he was with the rap musician, at the dinner table, with his family, and in the Jue Mansion, playing e-sports games absent-mindedly as a rich man like a puppet, he always lives in the middle of this unknown future that can be destroyed by a small atom.

He was alone on the top floor facing the broken e-sports computer.
Chapter completed!