Mom Says No to Gaming, But Teacher Sends Me to Pro Training

Chen Xin spent two grueling years in a county internet cafe, reaching Mythic 3 on both the Chinese and Hong Kong servers of Valorant, yet was ridiculed online as an overrated fraud. His aim was indeed a weakness—his Aimlab score was only around 60,000, a full 20,000 below the professional average of 80,000. But his 52-year-old history teacher, Li Zhi, saw something special in him: despite mediocre aim, he had incredible game sense, predicting opponents' positions, routes, and arrival times with uncanny accuracy. Li Zhi paid for the bus tickets himself and accompanied him on a 14-hour ride to the Yazhou youth training camp in Shijiazhuang. His mother, earning 2,000 yuan a month at a textile factory, took unpaid leave for this trip, losing her full attendance bonus. At the camp, his Aimlab score ranked last, and the director, Su Yuan, immediately advised him to leave. Li Zhi begged for just one practice match, promising to cover travel costs and leave if he performed poorly. In the end, Chen Xin won 13-12, not through aim, but through precise game sense. Su Yuan's only comment: "Rare." Chen Xin was allowed to stay with reduced fees, but only for six months. If his aim didn't improve, he'd be out. The 20,000-point gap in mechanics loomed before him, his mother's meager income was an invisible pressure, and the team's prodigy Tang Fu openly said his aim was too poor for the first team. Like Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon, Li Zhi saw his spirit and talent, but whether Han Xin would be enfeoffed remained uncertain. — Description from novelcodex.org