"A Sharpshooter, huh..." Everyone at Happy began to imagine what a Sharpshooter named Qiu Musu would look like rampaging through the game. Unexpectedly, Wei Chen shook his head. "No, not just a Sharpshooter, all gun-related classes."

"All gun-related classes?"

"Sharpshooter, Launcher, Mechanic, Spitfire," Wei Chen said.

"Another one of those experts!" Fang Rui exclaimed. Everyone understood the "another one." Wasn't Ye Xiu, who was by their side, an even more outrageous all-class master? (The way the book title is inserted is quite ingenious.)

"Actually, back then, there were quite a few people like that. Who didn't have a main account, alts, or smurf accounts? But people like them who mastered every class to the extreme were few and far between," Wei Chen said.

"What happened afterwards?" Fang Rui asked.

"Afterwards, didn't Little Tang say it? He died..." Wei Chen said.

"Car accident. I'm not too sure about the details," Tang Rou said.

Then everyone looked at Wei Chen in unison.

"I don't know too much either. I only know that when the Alliance was being formed and everyone was organizing teams to participate, this person never appeared again. Some people were curious and asked Ye Xiu, and the news that came out later was that he had passed away. But no one really knew that he was Su Mucheng's brother. Sigh..." Even Wei Chen, with his lack of principles, sighed at the end, expressing his regret.

"Just how strong was this guy?" Fang Rui asked.

"Let me put it this way: when I fought him, I basically had no chance to chant spells," Wei Chen said solemnly.

The Happy players looked at each other. After a long while, Wei Chen still didn't receive the astonished expressions he was expecting.

"That... doesn't sound that strong, does it?" Fang Rui said.

"You bastard!" Wei Chen immediately knew what Fang Rui was implying. "That was more than ten years ago! I was a godlike youth back then!"

"Ugh!" Fang Rui made a face as if he couldn't bear to listen.

"In short, he was very strong!" Wei Chen said.

"Compared to Ye Xiu, who was stronger?" Tang Rou was always more concerned about who was stronger.

"This... they fought side by side. We were all very curious about who was stronger between them, but there was never an answer. There wasn't back then, and there won't be now. There never will be..." Wei Chen's expression became melancholic again.

Everyone fell silent. Fang Rui and Qiao Yifan were hearing about this person and this matter for the first time, so they couldn't empathize too quickly. But seeing Wei Chen, this guy with no bottom line, becoming melancholic and sentimental at the drop of a hat, they could immediately imagine what a regrettable story this was, a genius who died young.

"If he and Ye Xiu had joined Excellent Era together..." Wei Chen only imagined this possibility and couldn't help but shudder.

"If he were still here now, what would he be like?" Tang Rou was also imagining.

If...

Who wouldn't look forward to such an "if"? But the meaning of "if" often meant that it was impossible.

"What kind of flower is this again?" In front of Su Muqiu's grave, Ye Xiu looked at the bouquet of flowers that Su Mucheng had placed and asked.

"Hyacinth."

"Is there anyone else like you who changes the type of flower every year?" Ye Xiu said.

"Got to have innovation," Su Mucheng said.

"Innovation?" Ye Xiu smiled. "So you're using all these flowers to express that one flower meaning?"

"He would like this way of doing things," Su Mucheng said.

"Yes," Ye Xiu nodded. The person who conceived the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella and turned it into reality, would anyone in Glory be more innovative than him?

And the things he left behind through his innovation were now shining brightly on the Glory battlefield.

28 consecutive wins.

Ye Xiu's hand was in his pocket, and the Unrivaled Super Hottie account card was lying quietly there. This record would be firmly tied to this character, and it wasn't over yet. It would continue to be broken.

I'll keep this record forever. But I left one match on purpose, considering it a chance for you to surpass me.

Ye Xiu reached out and pressed his hand on the tombstone. These hands were the ones operating Unrivaled Super Hottie, constantly writing miracles in Glory.

"If it wasn't me, if it was my brother, what would it be like now?" Su Mucheng suddenly asked this question.

"Oh?" Ye Xiu thought seriously but couldn't come up with an answer.

"Would it be champion, champion, champion, champion, champion all the time?" Su Mucheng asked.

"Maybe!" Ye Xiu said.

"Dancing Rain would definitely be more famous than she is now," Su Mucheng said.

"That's not necessarily true," Ye Xiu said. "Transgender players are just way behind beautiful players."

"Haha." Su Mucheng laughed, then also placed her hand on the tombstone.

"Actually, none of this is important," Su Mucheng said. "It would be so great if people could just be here."

Ye Xiu didn't say anything more because... there was no "if."

This time, Chen Guo stayed longer at her father's grave because this year had been so full, so full. She said so many, many words, but she still hadn't finished.

The team won the Challenger League.

The team's difficulties at the start of the season.

The team's crazy winning streak.

So many 10-0 victories.

The progress of each team member.

The guild that had grown stronger.

The characters that had developed.

And now, advancing towards the playoffs, rushing towards the championship.

Really, there was just too much...

Chen Guo had really talked herself out, and that was just a rough outline. There were still so many details, so many things she wanted to say!

Chen Guo was a little dazed, as if she didn't know whether she should continue. Because this year's fullness had made her style of tomb sweeping a little unsuitable. There were too many things, she couldn't finish them all!

"Boss, do you want some water?" At this moment, Chen Guo heard someone speak next to her. She turned her head and saw Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng standing next to her, smiling.

Tomb sweeping was a rather sad thing. But Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng both knew that this year had been a very happy one for Chen Guo. This time, she obviously wanted to bring this happiness with her.

"Oh, oh, thanks." Chen Guo took the mineral water and gulped down two mouthfuls.

"Are you guys done?" she asked.

"Yeah." The two nodded.

"Okay, let's go then!"

"Are you finished talking? Seems like you haven't?" Ye Xiu said, apparently having listened for a while.

"That's it for today. We'll continue later. No one said we can only come during the Qingming Festival!" Chen Guo waved her hand casually, took the lead, and walked down the mountain.

Back at Happy Internet Cafe, a bunch of people were all gathered in the training room. They were originally huddled together, whispering to each other, but as soon as the three of them came in, they immediately returned to their positions, sitting upright.

"Ahem, went tomb sweeping?" Wei Chen asked.

"Yeah!"

"Qiu Musu?" Wei Chen asked.

"Yeah." Ye Xiu nodded. It wasn't surprising that a veteran like Wei Chen would know this name.

"What a pity," Wei Chen said.

"Who says it isn't!" Ye Xiu smiled and went to his seat.

The room was silent. Surprisingly, no one said anything else. This topic was obviously not suitable for digging into with the person involved. Everyone only knew that there had been a very, very strong Glory player who had left before he had a chance to strive for any glory. In comparison, these people, whether they were strong or weak, whether they were newcomers or veterans, they were still working hard to fight for everything. There was nothing happier than this.

Click, clack, click, clack...

The room was filled with the sound of mice and keyboards. Everyone was working hard for their own pursuits, but at the same time, everyone thought of the other things they were carrying on their shoulders.

Wei Chen thought of the teammates he had had on Blue Rain back then. They had all left the Glory Alliance, left this battlefield. Some of them he could still meet in life, but some had completely disappeared, not knowing where they had gone. The championship was their pursuit back then, but in the end, they had all left with regret. And now, Wei Chen had returned to this stage again, with his old skills that were no longer enough to cope with the intensity of today's competition. But even so, he had something he could carry, something he could bear, right? If he could really win the championship, when his old brothers heard about it, saw it, would they feel that he had fulfilled a trace of their beliefs on their behalf?

This feeling was really quite nice!

"Hey!" Thinking of this, Wei Chen suddenly shouted in a rough voice.

"Hey, who?" Ye Xiu asked.

"You!"

"What?"

"I want to play in the next match," Wei Chen said.

"Oh? Are you planning to burn?" Ye Xiu smiled.

"Did you really think I just came here for sightseeing?" Wei Chen said.

"There are only a few rounds left, is that enough?" Ye Xiu said.

"Enough," Wei Chen said, laughing arrogantly. "I know more about competitions than these newbies."

"Tsk..." The training room was immediately filled with boos.

"Hey, when it comes to professional league experience, you're actually not as good as me, are you?" Fang Rui said. He was a player from the fifth season and had been playing until now, five and a half years. Wei Chen? His professional career was only two seasons, just two years. Not to mention that back then, there were fewer teams, the strength was uneven and chaotic, and the quality of the matches was completely different from now.

"Professional League?" Wei Chen sneered. "That's why I say you guys are newbies. This battlefield is called Glory, and the Professional League is just a part of it."

"Are you saying you're going to God's Domain to get materials for us?" Fang Rui said.

"You're asking for a beating. Let's go to the arena for a one-on-one fight," Wei Chen shouted.

"I'm afraid of you! Make a room," Fang Rui shouted.

The two of them started competing to see who was more shameless, and the others listened and laughed, but they all charged forward with a more positive and hardworking attitude.

The past could only be turned into memories in one's heart. What people can truly grasp is the present. Only by holding onto the present can they truly control the future.

There were nine rounds left.

Everyone looked at the scoreboard on the wall of the training room. There were still nine full rounds of matches. If they played these nine rounds well, they would enter the playoffs, and after that would be an even more brutal journey. Everything had to be grasped from now on, grasped firmly!