In the dimly lit Internet café, the overhead lights are slightly dim, and the smoke from cigarette burning looks very psychedelic under the light.

The Internet café was full, there was no vacancy for hundreds of computers, everyone was wearing headphones, fingers were frantically pressing the keyboard and mouse, and the mouth was shouting in full swing, and there was a lively and noisy scene.

More than 90% of so many computers show the picture of Crossfire, biochemistry, demolition, team, challenge...

At this time, it is about eleven o'clock in the evening, which is the most exciting time for those who charter the night to get on the plane.

But in this noisy atmosphere, there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy against the wall, with his head on the keyboard, sleeping soundly.

The computer screen also shows CrossFire, and it is the New Year's Square called the Beginner Demolition Map.

Behind the boy stood three or four students, looking at the boy's back impatiently.

"Network administrator, can you manage it, this person is sleeping with the machine on, isn't it a waste?" A student shouted at the bar.

"It's just, if you don't play, let the machine out, so many people don't have a machine."

The network administrator is a young man in his twenties, and when he heard this, he looked up lazily and said, "How do you manage other people's money when they spend money?" ”

"Why don't you come early tomorrow and ask me to open two machines, one for music and one for movies, and no one cares about you."

The student turned his head angrily when he heard this, looking unhappy.

"Don't be unconvinced, do you know that death is going north, it's him." The webmaster laughed again.

Several students were stunned when they heard this, then glanced at each other, turned around and left without saying a word.

"It turned out to be the legendary Grim Reaper to the north, I can't afford to provoke it, let's go."

Several students hurriedly left as if they had heard something big, and the last student accidentally touched the chair.

"Who, who robbed me of the cannon?" The boy who was sleeping suddenly woke up, bounced up, and his face was full of anger.

The face is delicate, not very handsome, but the thick eyebrows and big eyes are also very attractive, and there is a thick layer of dark circles under the eyes.

The people around glanced at the young man, and immediately threw themselves into the hot battle.

"Whew, no one grabbed my cannon." The boy let out a long breath to the north and sat down heavily.

Glancing at the computer screen, and then at the smoke under the light, a trace of doubt flashed on Xiangbei's face, as if something was wrong?

Then, like a zombie, he turned his head mechanically, first to the right, then to the wall, and then to the left.

A childish face is looking at the computer screen with wide eyes, and the two palms are extremely busy pressing the mouse and keyboard, and the screen is full of the game Crossfire.

"Now there aren't even so many people who play LOL, why are there so many people playing CF?"

Xiang Bei didn't know what to think, but suddenly his face changed greatly, and his heart was like turning over the river and the sea.

The body that had just sat down bounced up again, and I looked around to see the situation in the Internet café.

"Isn't this the Blue Moon Internet café not far from the school when I was in high school?"

"At this time, it should be..."Xiang Bei thought inwardly, and then shouted: "You'd better not tell me, it's 2011!" ”

A circle of teenagers of similar age glanced at Xiangbei and sneered: "Sleeping with the machine on, it is worthy of Brother Bei, the god of death, and he also slept in a daze." ”

"If it's not 2011, can it be 2018?"

For the ridicule of the people around him, Xiangbei didn't have time to care, but his heart was shocked.

"In 2011, I Nima, I was reborn? Really reborn? ”

"Could it be that in this era when rebirth is so popular, I have also caught the trend?"

Xiang Bei, who was deeply eroded by online novels, saw everything that was once extremely familiar, and his first reaction was not that he was dreaming, but that he was reborn!

"But how did I get reborn in no apparent terms?" Xiang Bei looked confused and fell into thought.

......

In Xiangbei's memory, he is indeed a three-no youth struggling in 2018.

No car, no house, no girlfriend!

On the way home from work, a young man who was beaten by his boss saw a toy gun holding a toy gun, which was a model of an M4A1 gun, and his heart was suddenly touched.

That, carrying the memories of his entire youth!

As soon as the memory valve was opened, he couldn't stop the car at all, and trotted north back to his rental house, taking out a delicate box from under the bed.

Disassemble the layers of film on the outside, open the box, mouse, headphones, keyboard, and a set of professional gaming equipment in front of you.

Carrying this set of equipment to the north, I went directly to a nearby Internet café, and all the Internet cafes at this time were upgraded to Internet cafes.

In the Internet café, Xiang Bei also quarreled with the network manager because he couldn't smoke.

He remembers very well that there were hundreds of computers in the Internet café, playing chicken, and there were many people in LOL, but none of them were crossing the line of fire.

Open the game menu to the north and find the CrossFire icon at the very end, which was once upon a time the number one presence in the game menu.

"The line of fire is still there, but where are those people in the past?" Xiang Bei sighed softly and entered the account password engraved in the back of his mind.

The game is still there, but people are no longer the people they used to be, and a sense of being a thing is not a person in Xiangbei's heart.

Look at the new game graphics, new maps, new characters, new weapons, everything is new.

The crossing of the line of fire is still there today, and the people of the old days are not seen.

Switching the desktop to the north, he ordered a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai, thinking about the picture of pulling his neck and shouting at the bar to ask for something from the network manager, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

The wine is slightly spicy, and it shouldn't be in the Internet café itself, but where there are people, there is a class division, and this class division comes from money.

Xiang Bei drank alone, entered the game with trembling palms, rushed and fought without scruples, even if he was scolded by his teammates, he still didn't care.

"You know what, I'm an eight-year veteran, eight years!" He muttered to the north as he rode the arena single-handedly.

At the beginning, he was young and frivolous, accompanied by his brothers, and the game was in groups, shouting: "No brothers, no games!" ”

Sigh now, single-handedly, only lonely spirits, alone reminiscing, sighing in my heart: "This is not the past, things are not people." ”

Xiangbei was drunk, and this drunkenness made him return to that young and frivolous era like a dream.

A bottle of wine made him go north from a young man to a young man to the north, and he was still famous in the Blue Moon Internet Cafe, and the Grim Reaper went north.

......

This year, Xiang Bei has just turned sixteen, and has been in contact with the line of fire for a full year.

Xiangbei pinched his cheek again, it hurt, not a dream.

"I'm back, I'm really back." Xiangbei's heart can't be described in words, this scene has appeared countless times in his dreams.

But now that I am really here, I have a feeling of being close to home.

"Brother Bei, you're about to be scolded to death for your game." A teenager next to him reminded him that he would wake up from his contemplation.