There is no such thing as a beginning, nothing in the world is so ritualistic, everything is just gliding forward along a predetermined track, solidifying the future into history second by second.

We are all cosmic dust.

Men and girls open their eyes at the same time, and the biggest feeling that a new second of fresh time brings to them is "clarity".

He didn't wear glasses now, and he didn't have any oppressive feeling on his face - but his vision was so clear that he could even see tiny air holes in the ceiling. He vaguely remembers the last time he had such a clear vision was more than 20 years ago, when he had no contact with electronic products at all.

But in his brain, there is another part of consciousness that silently exudes the feeling of "getting used to it."

And so, seventeen years of fresh memories broke through his consciousness and twisted his mind into a pulp—a process that was not painful, not as organic as he had imagined, but only a little out of the world, as if he had transcended his body and brought his soul to some new realm alone: he was now a little unsure whether he had been competing in the qualifiers with his old friends yesterday or having listened to the tasteless professional class of the Six Diets, I can't tell whether I was an Internet addict teenager who ran an Internet café for the night when I was 14 years old, or a precocious girl who worked hard between school and her parents......

Wait a minute.

Girlish?

That's right.

Girlish.

The dream did just say that he would borrow a new identity in this world, but never mentioned any other details.

For example, gender, such as experience, and after coming here, you will find yourself as helpless as an outsider who has broken into a girl's boudoir.

But the other party has no opinion. While the man was tormented by the new memories of 17 years, the girl who woke up from the dream was overwhelmed by the strange memories of almost twice as many as 31 years, but she was obviously much quicker to accept them than the old boy who was already getting old.

Man? Maybe he could still call him that, but he was a little flustered, and he didn't dare to continue to rummage through his image in the new memories, even if the memories that belonged to the girl were quietly suspended after rushing into the man's mind like a flood, waiting for the man to understand it with a completely indifferent look.

The obvious question is whether panic might be useful.

The man, who had undoubtedly accepted a reality even more bizarre than this, raised his hand from the bed board under him and put it in front of him, and then covered his face. He tried to take two deep breaths to help stabilize himself, but he heard a more delicate sound than he remembered his own breathing, and a glance at it at least confirmed that his hands were much better looking than before.

"It sucks."

He—let's say so for now—let himself out of breath and buried himself back in bed, the former man needed some time to think about the reality that had been confused by dreams.

Luckily, in her mind, or perhaps the other part of her mind that had been watching from the sidelines, had told him that it was Friday, and that if the schedule in his memory wasn't wrong, he didn't have to go to class today, and he had about three days to come to terms with the reality.

However, it actually took him only ten minutes or so to decide to reach a temporary compromise with the girl he was staying with, because she was so hungry that she wanted to eat bed.

On the other hand, even the girl herself felt that this state was very strange, the part that belonged to the "man" and the part of this "her" coexisted harmoniously in the brain, and the girl could feel this indescribable subtle transformation in her own psyche, and after simply coloring the memory, all the memories that belonged to 31 and 17 years were superimposed in her brain, and there was no negative impact or distress except for making her feel some untruthfulness.

Or to put it another way, the girl today can be said to be either grafted into her own memories, experiences and consciousness by that man, or it can be said that this girl has had these 31 years of experience after having an extremely long dream.

So, in this sense, when to accept all this is just a matter of your own emotions, or a matter of time.

She didn't need to be familiar with anything here, everything in this bedroom was extremely familiar to her, and it was not a problem at all in front of the girl and the man who had inherited all the memories and thoughts of the girl, so to speak, and she glanced around cursory, and the memories related to the arrangement were automatically lit up.

She remembered everything about the place, she had lived here for about a year, and she was careful to maintain her memories of every detail—the sticky notes hidden on the second floor of the bookshelf recorded all the things that the girl thought was important and should remember.

So he also has all this, and even feels a little guilty about the magpie's nest, but the girl who is very calm for the time being tells the other part of herself that guilt is useless, and no matter how guilty she is, she has to eat.

There is only one man.

This is the path that the two men and girls have chosen for themselves, and until now, all the information available has pointed to the answer "there is no big problem", so as a former adult male who really has the ability to act, it has become an immediate matter to be dealt with in this life.

First of all, we have to start by accepting the name "Lu Xinlei".

- Please don't get too much rejection of the name, although I'm sorry as well.

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As a man, he envisioned many situations, including how she could not accept a new identity, how she did not adapt to living as a girl, and how she could not integrate into the school environment after leaving school a long time ago. However, these assumptions turned out to be completely superfluous, and he, Lu Xinlei, did everything without any hindrance, skillfully as if he were himself.

In fact, if you calm down and think about this kind of thing, you can understand that although the girl who is "Lu Xinlei" is a little confused by the extra 31 years of memories in her brain, but the experience and habits left by her original life are also genuine, there is no so-called dusty or frozen memory, he is her, and there is no so-called compatibility barrier.

On the whole, there are some good things, at least in a normal direction, or it is a perfect fusion of the man who has not been able to lift a shield in his life and this girl.

It's really a convenient setting.

It's not an accident, the old boy had such a premonition when he was still in the original world, and the girl's part was not surprised at all, and the cause of these feelings was very simple: it was simply trust in the so-called "dream". Unfounded, unreserved, unquestioning trust, although the dream elf did not make any guarantees about this side of the world, she just believed that she would handle everything to near perfection.

All of this remained in her memories, and the two parts of the memories were not distinctly opposed to each other in her mind, but like two solutions that had begun to merge.

Except for a general lack of clue about the status quo for the time being, everything is fine.

Until she walked to the washstand on the balcony and saw her face in the mirror on the wall—

How many people deliberately remember their appearance?

So when he saw himself in the mirror, the man who could clearly recall everything that happened in the dream was slightly stunned: although the girl herself was already familiar with her appearance, but for the part of 31 years, the reflection of the world and the girl in the mirror was clearly the appearance of the fairy in the dream.

"Maybe the gods really like to play pranks." She whispered to herself, but knew that the words would be conveyed into the elf's dreams.

The problem has been completely solved, or the girl has found that there is no problem at all. The transcendent being wants to see her meet a new starting point in such a posture, and she just needs to do her best to fulfill her dream.

The premise is, of course, that there is still an Aegis event in this world.

According to the goblin, this world is a world without "that man". In other words, the 10-crown carry does not exist, and in every position he once was, someone else will take his place, perhaps better than him, or worse than him.

But the man is still confident that the impact he has brought to the game Dota is definitely not something ordinary people can do, as an old professional who has been involved in the game since the embryonic stage of the game's professional competition, at least he has witnessed every stage of the evolution of the domestic Dota event: at first, it was an Internet café event held by Internet cafes to attract customers, and these oldest prototypes of the event can be said to be the cradle of early players and teams, although this cradle is not comfortable.

In ancient times, the players were often bad teenagers, they refused to go to school, only playing games can be regarded as a skill, after hearing that the Internet café held their favorite game competitions, they pulled up a few like-minded fox friends and dog friends to "compete in the field", these often called themselves "funeral family" and other names of the early team are mostly wiped out in the long river of the times, under the unstable early folk competition system, only those victors can earn Internet fees. But that's enough, and the mechanic of playing games to earn internet fees gave these hairy boys a taste of victory for the first time.

That man was one of the most accomplished of the original players who grew up in this environment.

With the development of the Internet, the flow of customers and attention will also increase, and the popularity and influence of Internet café events will also increase, and the organizers of high-quality Internet café competitions will often become the leaders of the regional Internet cafes - in that era when almost all Internet addicted teenagers are playing a game, the entry of high-level "gods" will even make the Internet café next door a little red.

As a result, the "smashing field" with the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes appeared, and these teams that came to the Internet café to kill the Quartet and compete head-on with the "gods" may often be another group of gods hired by the owner of the Internet café next door on the condition of free Internet access and catering and accommodation. They win or lose, the winner puts himself and his employer in the limelight, and can also beat the spirit of his competitors in business, and the loser is left to the dust of history, and no one remembers them.

No matter the era or field, the loser is always like this, and all competitions are a cruel road of survival of the fittest.

In addition to being unprofessional, such a high-spirited kick is also very unmodern, and commercial competition must be solved by commercial means after all, and those Internet café owners who are competitors to each other sat down and discussed it with the smell of gunpowder, and finally decided to use the means of games to solve the differences arising from the game.

As a result, the Internet café league was born as the prototype of all subsequent cup competitions, and as for how these Internet café competitions became bigger and bigger, became more and more popular, and finally triggered the intervention of capital, that is the later story.

The old boy in the world once won all the way from such an environment where failure meant ruining his reputation, in fact, even he himself could hardly say how much impact he had on this game, but as a butterfly that has been flapping its wings since ancient times, after those faint but conclusive images were all removed, it was impossible for Lu Xinlei to guess what this game and everything associated with it were like now.

Maybe you should check this game out? She struggled to recall the details of her memory, but the girl had been a good student who had nothing to do with the game, so everything she had seen and heard about Dota had been thrown into the trash and waiting to be forgotten, and the former man dug through the corners to find the fragments of those memories - the exact ones she had seen in the promotion of the iT Series Invitational.

As for where she saw these propaganda posters, she couldn't remember very well, but since she was able to make memories, maybe these things were not too far away from her. Now the old boy who was already a girl looked up from the washstand, ready to verify his fragmentary memories for sure, but just as her eyes swept out the window, she realized why such a girl who was insulated from the game could not forget the propaganda of the iT game:

The dark green banner hung majestically on the side of the road directly opposite the balcony window, while the bronze Champion Shield hung high in the center of the banner, as if beckoning everyone who had the ability and courage to lift it.

So today is ......

The girl ran back to her desk - she didn't have the habit of bringing her phone to bed, she didn't need to unlock it, and when she turned on the screen, the date and time were right in front of her eyes:

August 26, 2018, 7:46 a.m.

The 2018 World Championship Finals Day.

Although there are some doubts about "why today", she still wants to turn on the computer to follow the progress of the game, but just as she is about to turn on the power, the girl's memory tells her that her computer is not connected to the network. What about mobile phones? She brought the smart phone at hand, and didn't deliberately recall that she had already remembered the screen unlock password, but after unlocking, the girl's memories once again told her that because it was approaching the end of the month, her network traffic had exceeded the speed limit.

Or is this what is called heaven?

Although there is also a plan to watch the text live broadcast with the limited traffic, there is no way to confirm this moment with her own eyes still makes her a little unwilling - maybe there is another way. The girl is like the man she was when she first learned that there was a regular esports game in this world, and she desperately wanted to use her own eyes to confirm whether this was the truth, because this game was probably the only point of contact she had with the world.

She threw her phone on the desk, stretched out her fingers and rubbed her temples, the feeling of excitement was a lot of pressure on the body, whether it was joy or sadness, it should not be too excited, a person told the former man a long time ago, so since he was still in the professional arena, he rarely let himself be agitated.

Maintaining peace is a good habit, a calm mind can make a person's mind more open and flexible, and his tactical style is largely derived from this temperament of calm and leisure, and trying to calm himself when encountering difficulties may make people discover feasible solutions that they have overlooked.

This time, the effort to return to calm down also gave this remodeled former professional player a new thought: since a banner will be pulled out on campus to promote the game, then the publicity here should not be limited to online, offline on-campus viewing may also exist, as for the specific information-

The girl quickly pulled out a set of "not too formal public outfits" from her wardrobe, determined to at least see it for herself.

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At 8:11 a.m., the club activity venue of the "Holy Shield and Dragon" Tour Research Club of Baicheng University.

The projection screen in the center of the front wall of the classroom, which was borrowed for club activities, reflected the figures of three men sitting on the sofa and pointing the wind and clouds, they- FCB.LBS, the favorite from the CN region, has won two consecutive games in five games against the European dark horse PoS (PoSitive) team, firmly grasping three match points, and in the large-screen projection, the live Chinese stream analysis table is full of relaxed atmosphere, as if they can celebrate the Chinese team's players wearing the national flag and holding the holy shield after the next game.

It's not over-inflated, it's true, although the PoS team that stubbornly made it all the way from the European Spring Championship to the Spring Major Championship to grab the last iT ticket has already proven itself with a place in the Grand Finals. However, in the upper bracket finals last week, PoS was crushed by FCB.LBS in three consecutive games in the first game, and in today's finals, all the hole cards were forced out in the face of a strong opponent who has studied themselves thoroughly.

In line with the principle of "don't believe in too many miracles in the field", everyone in the game research club also recovered from the previous game - they actually didn't watch the game in the classroom they applied for, and after dealing with the equipment, they only saw the aftermath of the last wave of team battles on the projection, and the PoS team that was wiped out on their own high ground knocked out the scene of GG admitting defeat and losing. But this did not affect their enthusiasm, in fact, they watched the whole game with their own equipment long before they were allowed to enter the classroom, and at the end of the game, the director also edited the highlights of the key team battles, so that the members who missed the game learned about the previous game - including unrelated people who missed the game but were not members.

Now, the unrelated person was sitting in the corner of the classroom, staring carefully at the big screen, not thinking about the three commentators on the analysis table who were blowing water waiting for the next game to begin, but trying to relate the characters in her mind to them—all three of whom she had "once" known, but the rest of the person who participated in the analysis as a player was something she did not expect.

In the impression of that man, he should not have been here.