CS2: My reaction speed is the limit of human capability.

Saturday, September 2025, 10.

On this rare holiday, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the whole world was shrouded in a hazy rain.

Inside the university dormitory, Tang was standing outside the window, gazing at the sparse raindrops.

The raindrops traced a beautiful arc before hitting the ground with a crisp "plop".

"Are we going to the gym again today...?"

Tang sighed and muttered to himself as he looked at the pool paddle in his hand.

With his parents' unwavering dedication and substantial financial investment in his training, Tang became the national youth table tennis champion at the age of 18, which was arguably the best coming-of-age ceremony for him.

However, the monotonous and tedious training day after day made him feel bored, and he completely neglected his interpersonal relationships. It can be said that he didn't have a single close friend before he turned 18.

For him, life was simply about practicing... practicing... practicing.

He also realized that his ceiling in billiards was only a national youth champion.

His only advantage in actual combat is his extremely fast reaction speed, which is also due to decades of consistent training and guidance from professional table tennis players.

The latter is available to almost every provincial team member, and they often receive better treatment.

As for the former, it's like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

Having a fast reaction time is a good thing, but in billiards, even if you react quickly, you may not be able to catch the ball.

Topspin, backspin, sidespin, compound spin, no-spin...

The ball's trajectory is unpredictable, with varying landing points, each requiring different solutions and counter-attacks. This demands that athletes make judgments in an instant and respond with the correct technique.

However, this is extremely difficult in actual combat.

Due to his incredibly fast reaction speed, Tang could see the ball's trajectory clearly, but he simply couldn't decide how to shoot in that instant.

So he could only watch helplessly as the ball came towards him, catch it himself, and then the ball flew away.

This was a significant blow to him, who had been practicing table tennis for over ten years.

"An Olympic champion...?" Tang sighed inwardly, "Why does it seem so far away?"

Just as Tang Ye was feeling sorry for himself, a large, broad hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, making him shudder.

"Oh my god, that scared me to death!"

Tang turned his head and saw a short, fat young man with a buzz cut looking at him with a lewd grin.

His name is Wang Hanjie, and like Tang Ye, he is a freshman. Everyone in the dormitory calls him Fatty.

Or Brother Jie.

Wang Hanjie spoke in a weak voice, as if he were talking about something shameful: "Hey, Tang-ge, we have a new student in our class named Ling Feng. He's moved into the dorm next door. Did you know that?"

Tang was also a little surprised: "We're almost at the start of the semester, why are you only arriving now? And what's with these 'upper-level students'?"

"Ah, you don't know this," Wang Hanjie shook his head, "The others took a six-month leave of absence as soon as they arrived and only came back to class this year, so they're called 'old students'."

"So he's a year older than us." Tang then changed the subject, "Then why are you bringing this up? Do you happen to have a crush on him? I think you're from Chengdu..."

"Screw you! Even though my physique is definitely on the bear side, I'm absolutely straight, okay?!" Wang Hanjie blushed. "I'm getting serious. I heard from the dorm next door that this guy is a CS god! Not only does he have top-of-the-line peripherals, but his perfect platform even has a Demon King S!"

Tang was taken aback upon hearing this, and searched his mind for keywords.

After entering university, he basically only played LOL with his roommates, but he also knew about CS, since Wang Hanjie, that bastard, played it out loud until midnight every day.

This is a first-person shooter game released by Valve that has become a global phenomenon and has a huge influence worldwide.

However, for Tang Ye, it was just a game name.

"What does it matter to you if someone else is a Demon King S?" Tang retorted. "If a classmate is a Demon King S, then by rounding up, you're also a Demon King S. You share the honor, right?"

"It's not impossible," Wang Hanjie shrugged. "I lost the C+ promotion round a while ago, and I was so close to getting a B. It really pissed me off. Do you think if I befriended this expert, he could easily carry me to a B?"

Tang smiled knowingly after hearing this.

Alright, so that's what you were planning, huh!

"Then go ahead and do it. Why are you looking for me?"

At this moment, Wang Hanjie suddenly revealed a shy smile.

"Hey, it's not really appropriate for me to go to someone else's dorm room alone, is it? Anyway, it's raining today, and you can't go to the gym. And the other two sons have betrayed the organization and gone on dates again, so I can only ask you for courage."

Tang Ye was speechless for a moment, and gave Wang Hanjie a universally recognized hand gesture.

"You know what I mean." Tang crossed his arms, seemingly waiting for something.

Wang Hanjie immediately understood, clasped his hands together, and bowed in respect.

"If you do not abandon me, I am willing to become your godfather!"

"Eh!"

After the two clarified their generational differences, Wang Hanjie picked up a bag of potato chips as payment and set off.

However, when they arrived at the dormitory next door, they were both stunned.

The next dormitory room was packed with people, all crowding around the freshman's seat, making it impossible to move.

Seeing so many people, Tang couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Are there so many people in our class who play Counter-Strike?"

Wang Hanjie's response was simple: "You know Tianlu, right? They won the championship in Fission World a while ago, so their popularity has definitely skyrocketed!"

"oh..."

Although Tang Ye didn't know what "the world is about to change" meant, he knew about the Tianlu team, and when he connected that with the words "championship," he naturally understood what had happened.

Seeing that there were quite a few people, Tang had no choice but to find another way out. Looking around, he saw potato chips, instant noodles and pork belly scattered everywhere.

"Looks like quite a few people share your opinion," Tang said with a smile, shaking his head. "Maybe we should just forget about it?"

Wang Hanjie was also taken aback when he saw the crowd of people shoulder to shoulder, but then he gritted his teeth and said:

"I absolutely have to have sex with this B today!"

Seeing Wang Hanjie's gritted teeth and recalling the countless white lights emanating from his monitor yesterday, Tang understood that he could never go back.

"Alright, let's take a closer look then." Tang sighed. "Looks like he's still playing games. Let's wait until he finishes before we talk."

Wang Hanjie nodded: "Okay."

After struggling to push through the crowd, Tang Ye and Wang Hanjie finally arrived in front of the freshman named Ling Feng.

He was a handsome young man, wearing headphones and intently staring at his computer screen.

"Wow. GPW! Wow, a Zowie monitor! Wow, a Ruby Claw Knife! Wow, a Wild Lotus!" Wang Hanjie chuckled from the side, "This guy's really rich!"

Tang also looked at the screen. Ling Feng was controlling the character in his hand, holding a green gun.

"These gun skins are pretty nice," Tang remarked, looking at the gun and knife skins. "They must have cost a lot of money."

Under the scorching sun of Dust2, Lingfeng's Ruby Claw Knife emitted a dazzling and radiant light.

"I'll tell you in secret, this knife costs tens of thousands," Wang Hanjie whispered to Tang Ye.

"Wow, tens of thousands? Really?"

Tang was also somewhat surprised. Although the knife was indeed very beautiful, was it a bit too exaggerated to be worth tens of thousands?

"Hayek's influence extends to the CNCS market," Wang Hanjie chuckled. "Why do you think so many people are here? He's a real tycoon; getting to know him is definitely worthwhile!"

Tang nodded, then stopped looking at the gun and knife skins and focused his attention on the game.

Ling Feng's perspective is very smooth, and the props are also created in one go.

However, what puzzled Tang was that he would take out his knife and show it off as he walked.

"What does that mean?" Tang seemed to understand but not quite.

However, compared to the unfamiliar sword and gun skins, Tang was quite familiar with this map.

Desert 2 was a map that appeared in various web-based shooting games on 4399, and Tang naturally knew the entire map by heart.

However, unlike those somewhat rough web games, Dust2 in CS is extremely detailed and has excellent graphics, which is on a completely different level from other ordinary games.

At this moment, Ling Feng remained silent, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Upon spotting the person, he quickly moved his crosshair to the person's head, then fired, securing a kill.

"Dude, how did you get this?"

"Holy crap, that was a really fast stop!"

"Is this the power of Demon King S?"

Each shot was accompanied by the death of a person and a gasp from those around them.

Wang Hanjie nudged Tang Ye, making an exaggerated expression while nodding, seemingly trying to let Tang Ye experience the power of Demon King S.

Tang understood Wang Hanjie's meaning and nodded.

His perspective is indeed very smooth, and his killings are also very fluid.

But it always feels... a bit slow?

"Is it just my imagination?" Tang asked himself.

As the new round began, Lingfeng picked up the sniper rifle.

"They've got their sniper rifles ready!"

Is Zywoo Technology about to launch?

Everyone watched with anticipation as Ling Feng, carrying a sniper rifle, arrived at the hidden passage in the middle lane.

He was eyeing the area slightly to the left of the door crack, seemingly anticipating his opponent's movements.

However, a grenade suddenly appeared in the scope, exploded with a bang, and kicked up a cloud of black smoke that completely obscured the view.

"Bang!"

The moment the grenade exploded, a sharp gunshot rang out.

The enemy sniper emerged from the sand and took Ling Feng's head!

"Sigh... mid-lane sand sniper."

Ling Feng sighed, took off his headphones after giving the call, and wiped his face.

"Oh no, it's turned into a fire poker now!"

"This is a tribute to the master."

"Don't smear Niko, Niko is my dad!"

"There's nothing we can do. The enemy sniper is Egg God; it's normal that we can't beat him."

Everyone sighed as they watched Ling Feng's sniper rifle being taken away.

"My vision was obscured by a bit of lightning, there's nothing I can do about it."

Wang Hanjie sighed, then looked at Tang Ye beside him, intending to show off and tell him what it meant to go overboard.

However, he discovered that Tang was intently staring at the computer screen, muttering a sentence to himself.

"This is way too slow."

Since Tang Ye and Wang Hanjie were right behind Ling Feng, Ling Feng, who had taken off his headphones, saw these words clearly.

Ling Feng turned around, staring intently at Tang Ye, looking him up and down, his expression gradually crumbling.

"What did you just say?"