Chapter 14: The Lonely Master (Part 2)

  Wang Wei's controller was his own, with a sleek and sophisticated design that felt extremely professional, similar to the later PS2 controllers, but without the vibration function.

  From Su Can's perspective, this set of handles is simple in structure, but it's already quite impressive. At that time, it was absolutely impossible to buy such a thing domestically. Moreover, Wang Weiwei's movement on the keyboard is very agile and fast, probably even surpassing Xue Yiyang, no wonder he can sweep the field.

  Later, the PS series developed rapidly, from PS2 to later PS3, whether it was the screen quality or game size, all accompanied by the explosive changes of the information society. Pro Evolution Soccer had already released "Pro Evolution Soccer: Winning Eleven 2010", a machine-type champion, in the generation before Su Cang's rebirth. The transition between these generations, whether from system or game engine, was completely different from before. After entering university and even after graduation, Su Cang still liked to occasionally hone his ball skills with some friends in the corner of the e-sports wave that filled the sky. He even bought a PS2 after starting work and played it at home.

  So now looking at the screen of that real-time football game, it's really unbearable. The character edges are not processed at all, and every player's specific appearance can only be barely seen through the rough 3D modeling called up from the background interface. However, this was enough to cause a sensation at the time, along with the rise of the '98 World Cup, imagining your favorite star players and teams winning game after game under your control, this is an exciting feeling that any boy would have.

  Xue Yi Yang was not convinced, he took the rod and went up. From the afternoon, when he fought with Wang Weiwei, he felt that this kid's strength was amazing, his real strength was stronger than anyone he had ever seen since playing games. His dribbling skills were incredible on his own controller, and his team management was better than him in every way. However, the two of them still had a good fight, unlike others who would be crushed by Wang Weiwei's beautiful 5-0 victory. He could also score one or two goals, forcing Wang Weiwei to respond with all his might.

  Xue Yi Yang had a hazy lunch, his mind preoccupied with how to counterattack against Wang Weiwei. Now he finally has the opportunity for a head-on confrontation and is ready to put into action all the strategies and tactics he had previously thought of.

  Seeing Xue Yi Yang take over Liu Rui's handle, Wang Wei's eyes finally flashed a hint of sharpness. The opponent who could hold the scene had finally appeared, which made his spirits not help but perk up a bit. To say it again, only by bullying Xue Yi Yang, this kind of opponent with struggling possibilities, could he obtain pleasure.

  "Wow! You dare to come up? Aren't you afraid that our boss Wei will kick you to death?" a boy shouted loudly.

  "What's to fear? Wei Da is worried that no one has been able to relieve his boredom lately. Since you've come, a die-hard who doesn't fear death, let him experience what it means for a farmer team to kick the entire all-star lineup to death!" This sentence is the most derogatory, meaning using some not-so-highly-skilled third-line players to counter the opponent's full all-star lineup, with the highest technical requirements and an extremely disdainful tone.

  Xue Yi Yang got angry, "Are you going to fight or not?!" His skills were already inferior to his opponent's, and with this provocation, Xue Yi Yang's face turned red with rage, becoming somewhat flustered.

  "Hmph." Wang Weiwei smiled, with an air of dominance, "Add emphasis, if you guys win, everyone's drinks and cigarettes will be on us. But if you can't even win a single game against me, don't blame me for sending you two words..."

  "Trash."

  Everyone is furious, this kid has a big mouth, but he's just a bit better at technology, must he be so arrogant? He speaks as if he wants to trample the whole scene to death! If it goes on like this, who will dare to come here and humiliate themselves again? Won't they even have a place for activities and communication?

  Xue Yiyang and Liu Rui's faces turned gloomy, Liu Rui leaned into Xue Yiyang's ear and whispered, "Absolutely cannot lose."

  Xue Yi Yang did not respond, only silently nodding his head. This had already touched their bottom line. No matter what, this hat could not be so presumptuously placed on their own heads. If everyone was still competing fairly before, the opponent's wealth and excellent background didn't matter. However, with this declaration, they had already touched personal pride, which could never be forgiven!

  Su Can was stunned, thinking that this group of people were from a good family after all. Although they might have been taught by their elders to keep a low profile in their daily lives, now that they were having fun, they didn't care about so many things anymore. They didn't care about other people's dignity either, and they even trampled on these as a means of seeking excitement. It was a bit too much.

  They seem to be very satisfied with the solemn and gloomy atmosphere on site. The slightly fat boy named Xiao Wu and the two people next to him were giggling, while Wang Weiwei's lips curled up, "So let's get started!"

  This round, Xue Yi Yang was even more cautious, especially with the entire internet cafe gathering behind them to watch. Xue Yi Yang felt that he had brought out his endurance to its maximum limit. The boss of the internet cafe couldn't help but stand behind them, his fists clenched tightly and covered in sweat. This concerned the future business of his internet cafe, these young people looked like they were here to challenge him, how could he not be nervous.

  Xue Yi Yang's teammate, Bellon, dribbled the ball forward, seemingly about to break through Wang Wei Wei's defenders and leave them in the dust. The crowd's hearts were racing with excitement, when suddenly Wang Wei Wei flashed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. A yellow figure swiftly cut in from the side, its speed so fast that it appeared out of nowhere, catching Xue Yi Yang completely off guard and leaving him momentarily drenched in cold sweat.

  "Ah!" Several junior high school boys have already exclaimed.

  "Ah!" Several high school students, due to the overly thrilling scene, had their hands clenched tightly with tension and were pinched by each other until they cried out in pain.

  Puff! Xue Yiyang's player has flown up, the blue jersey is like a withered butterfly, was kicked down by the opponent's yellow shadow, and then heavily fell to the ground.

  The crowd's eyes widened as the game's referee, like a wooden man, turned a blind eye to the scene before him, which was clearly against the rules. Wang Weiwei then mobilized several famous players, took control of the ball, and launched a fierce attack, tearing apart Xue Yiyang's defense, scoring a goal!

  Everyone gasped in shock, what's going on?!

  "Haha! I'll bury you country bumpkins!" Wang Weiwei's side finally couldn't hold back, and someone let out a loud, unbridled shout.

  Wang Weiwei turned his head, gave Xue Yiyang a thumbs up, and then pointed his thumb to the ground. Xue Yiyang was so angry that he had an urge to smash the steering wheel.

  Su Zhan was stunned, at that time the football situation was not as perfect as it is now, there were still bugs, and even if he was so close to the opponent from the side, using a dead angle to scoop the ball, even if he scooped the opponent's player into the air, there was an 80% chance that no penalty would be called.

  The crowd was furious at the referee's black whistle, Xue Yiyang gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, and served again. There wasn't much time left in the second half, and to tie up this game, probably only had this last chance.