Ma Xixi woke up from his sleep.
Recently, Steel Helt had successfully made it into the Asian RMR, which put him in a particularly good mood.
After getting up and freshening up, he saw Jiang Yang already sitting in front of the computer practicing recoil control.
He increasingly liked his cousin’s personality—straightforward and honest, and never stubborn about his shortcomings. If he wasn’t good at sothing, he’d just quietly work on it in private.
Over the past few days, while the other four mbers of Steel Helt would wind down after matches by jumping into PUBG for so fun, Jiang Yang stayed focused on grinding 5E’s ranked ladder alone. This approach had driven CS strears crazy, leaving them ntally drained one after another.
“Have you eaten yet?” Ma Xixi mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste as he brushed his teeth.
Jiang Yang stopped after finishing a magazine’s worth of practice shots and turned around to reply, “I’ve eaten. Sister-in-law made noodles this morning, but they’re probably all mushy in the pot by now. Want to go downstairs and grab you sothing instead?”
Wow, looks like he’s been at it all morning. He must be taking the upcoming match pretty seriously… Ma Xixi raised an eyebrow.
But that was understandable;
after all, their next opponent was Tyloo—one of the only two dostic teams with notable achievents.
Ma Xixi could tell Jiang Yang wanted to prove himself against Tyloo and VG, so it was natural for him to feel a bit tense.
“No worries, I’ll grab sothing myself,” Ma Xixi replied. “You keep practicing, but don’t stress too much. It’s Tyloo today—just do your best.”
Though they had won against so pro teams, the ones truly at the top of the scene were only Tyloo and VG.
These teams, capable of competing internationally, were on a completely different level compared to ordinary pro teams.
Ma Xixi didn’t have particularly high expectations.
Jiang Yang, however, turned back and continued his recoil training for another ten minutes.
He didn’t argue with Ma Xixi, but the truth was, he wasn’t nervous at all.
As Ma Xixi had said, he just needed to give it his all.
In the ga "Your Opponent," Jiang Yang had gone up against the dream-team version of peak S1mple and his squad before. How could he possibly fear Tyloo?
Granted, he’d been utterly crushed by that S1mple team. But when facing opponents of that caliber, Jiang Yang still felt confident.
Previously, he’d spent simulation points to play a match against Tyloo’s full lineup, and the final score had been 13:16.
Bear in mind, in the simulation, Jiang Yang couldn’t choose his teammates. He was often thrown into scenarios like starting the ga at a disadvantage, facing 2v4 situations mid-ga, or handling 1v3 clutch attempts in the late ga.
Under such intense pressure, Jiang Yang had honed his mid-round decision-making and late-ga clutching abilities.
He finally realized that his greatest talent was adaptability.
Jiang Yang’s learning speed in CS:GO surpassed anyone he had ever seen.
Using the term "visible to the naked eye" to describe his improvent was just an objective statent.
Through recent training, Jiang Yang had also inferred bits and pieces about the 30-year-old version of himself based on system prompts.
Apparently, the 30-year-old Jiang Yang didn’t practice much.
That version of himself believed that talent alone could carry him to the pinnacle of CS, squandering the gift that had once made him a god of the ga. His decline in form had allowed other prodigies of his generation to crush his resolve.
Not practicing wasn’t necessarily a problem. Once you reached a certain level of fundantals, practicing was mostly about maintaining form.
Even now, just grinding ranked matches was enough. Jiang Yang recalled that even the current strongest French player, ZywOo, operated the sa way.
But it seed that the 30-year-old Jiang Yang didn’t train at all.
When Jiang Yang pieced this together, he got goosebumps.
On one hand, he marveled at his godlike talent in CS. To reach the global peak relying purely on natural ability was truly a result of divine favor.
On the other hand, he was stunned by the stupidity of his 30-year-old self.
Why would he slack off so much?
Why wouldn’t he spend more ti chasing the ultimate peak of CS?
Jiang Yang couldn’t understand.
Perhaps he’d have to uncover the reasons slowly in the future.
But the 16-year-old Jiang Yang was determined not to beco the "30-year-old Jiang Yang."
With a single thought, the system panel appeared once more.
[Old Veteran: Jiang Yang]
[Age: 30]
[Team: Steel Helt]
[Status: Rehabilitation in Progress]
[Overall Level: Professional LV.4]
[Aim: Professional LV.3]
[Ga Sense: Professional LV.5]
[Map Knowledge: Professional LV.3]
[Positioning: Professional LV.6]
[Reflexes: Professional LV.8]
[Communication: Professional LV.2]
[Handgun Proficiency: Professional LV.1]
[Sniper Proficiency: Professional LV.6]
[Rifle Proficiency: Professional LV.3]
[Other Weapon Proficiency: Professional LV.4]
[Coback Points: 69]
[Signature Abilities: ‘Advanced ECO Clutch,’ ‘NIKO’s Pre-Aiming (Interdiate),’ ‘MachineWJQ’s Formulaic Casting (Beginner),’ ‘SyrsoN’s Scout Play (Beginner)’]
[Personal Items: ‘Sleepy Black Tea’ x1, ‘Coca-Cola’ x1, ‘Bananas’ x5]
[Hextech: Choose Your Opponent]
Ma Xixi had asked if he was nervous.
But with consistent training, noticeable improvents, and a stable mindset, Jiang Yang simply didn’t feel that way.
Besides, it was just an online match.
Jiang Yang decided not to keep practicing for now. He’d done enough to maintain his form for the afternoon ga.
Pulling out his phone, he casually scrolled through Bilibili to relax his brain.
The first thing he saw was a video uploaded by "MTC-kun," showcasing Ma Xixi’s comntary on Steel Helt’s match against a Mongolian team.
Curious about how he appeared from the audience’s "God’s-eye view," Jiang Yang clicked in.
Then he realized just how much fun the netizens were having with him.
Over the past few days, as Steel Helt perford well in the qualifiers, Jiang Yang’s standout plays had earned his ID a nickna.
Because of his na, Jiang Yang, the viewers affectionately referred to him as “Yang” or “The Sun” in the livestreams.
When he made a highlight play, the chat would erupt with "Sun God!!"
When he gave up the first kill, the chat roasted him with "Like Shaun the Sheep."
The viewers spamd jokes so much that even Jiang Yang couldn’t help laughing as he watched.
However, because of his exceptional performance, the nickna "Sun God" appeared more often.
The comnts under the video were filled with praise for Jiang Yang:
"Steel Helt really got carried into RMR by this cousin—what a prodigy!"
"Niu Dongdong is insane!! He literally dragged these old veterans into the Asian RMR!"
"This guy is a true genius, less than 600 hours of gaplay, and he’s already cracked. Unreal."
"He went from rank C to pro in one go. What a beast, seriously!"
"Truly MO’s prized disciple and Ma Xixi’s heir apparent."
Seeing "heir apparent" made Jiang Yang burst out laughing.
As he kept scrolling, he noticed differing opinions.
One comnter, trying to stand out, wrote:
"He’s only playing against so no-na teams, and you’re hyping him up like he’s TOP1. Seriously?"
This comnt naturally drew the ire of Jiang Yang’s fans.
After all, Jiang Yang’s recent performances had been very "carry," and even his off days only resulted in slightly less impressive stats.
In China’s CS scene, it was rare to see such a talented prodigy erge. Yet in the hater’s eyes, he was “just decent”?
Fans quickly started flooding the comnts with stats to back up Jiang Yang’s achievents.
Eventually, as if overwheld by the backlash, the hater replied:
"Let’s see how he does against Tyloo, then we’ll talk."
Jiang Yang didn’t reply but pondered to himself.
If he managed to beat Tyloo, how would those haters react?
Before anyone realized it, it was already 4 PM.
The Asian RMR match was set to begin at 5 PM. All mbers of Steel Helt were already gathered in the TS voice channel, but nobody was talking—mics were muted.
That’s because MO was doing a pre-ga interview with 5E staff. According to Ma Xixi, it was all for building hype.
5E Staff: "First, congratulations on securing a spot in the Asian RMR. You’ve beco the oldest team on average in this year’s RMR. How does that feel?"
MO: "The oldest team, huh?" He laughed. "Guess we’ve unknowingly turned into old veterans, huh?"
"Honestly, we’re quite happy. At our age, it’s rare to get the chance to compete against top professional teams. My teammates have really stepped up this ti, and making it this far feels great."
5E Staff: "We’ve heard you have a prodigy on your team. Can we get your thoughts on him?"
MO: "Thoughts? Exceptional, of course! This kid practically carried us through the qualifiers. He’s already proven he has what it takes to go pro."
When it ca to Jiang Yang, MO didn’t hold back his praise.
After all, this trip was all about putting Jiang Yang on the radar of other professional teams. Of course, he wasn’t going to hold back the complints—it was all true anyway. Jiang Yang’s recent performances were simply godlike.
The 5E staff mber then steered the conversation toward trash talk.
"So, today you’re facing Tyloo. Do you have confidence in this match?"
MO bluntly replied: "We have no confidence at all."
"What!?" The staff mber was taken aback. Wasn’t this the part where MO was supposed to say, "Of course we’re confident"?
MO explained: "Tyloo’s a professional team. They train hard every day, while we’ve been busy ssing around in PUBG. There’s no way we can beat them."
"Not even a sliver of a chance?" the staff mber pressed.
MO sighed: "They’re a pro team..."
"If they can’t even beat Steel Helt, they might as well disband."
What MO didn’t realize was how much weight his casual comnt would carry.
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