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

The subsequent events were so brutal that the outcome of the match became completely predictable after the pistol round in the second half.

After Tang secured a five-kill streak in the pistol round, he continued to eliminate the players from Demon King Group B in the mid-lane secret passage. With the help of the X-ray vision skill card, the scene turned into a one-sided massacre.

In the end, Tang Ye's Demon King Group A won, and Tang Ye himself won the MVP with a score of 24/6/5.

After the celebration banquet ended, everyone dispersed with laughter. It was already late at night, and the lights outside the venue illuminated the parking lot.

Tang turned around and saw 259 walking towards him, holding two bottles of mineral water in his hand.

"Here you go." 259 handed over a bottle of water. "Have some. We were just drinking at the celebration party and didn't get to chat much."

Tang Ye took the water and nodded. Seeing this, Ling Feng patted Tang Ye on the shoulder tactfully: "I'll go wait for you in the car first."

After Ling Feng walked away, 259 pointed to the edge of the flower bed next to them: "Want to sit for a while?"

The two sat side by side, looking at the streetlights along the street, the moonlight hazy.

259 unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "How did the match go today?"

Tang thought for a moment and answered truthfully, "It's great."

"Awesome? How awesome?"

"Hmm..." Tang Ye's gaze drifted to the still-lit venue in the distance. "It felt like I was the center of the world. People below were chanting my name, and I could hear their cheers with every move I made. I've never felt this way when I play billiards."

259 turned to look at him, her gaze filled with scrutiny, but even more so with admiration.

"Tang Ye, do you think you're suited to be a professional gamer?"

The question came directly, and Tang was taken aback for a moment, but this time he did not hesitate.

"I think I'm pretty suitable." Tang also looked at his first card. "I used to think I was just quick-witted, and I never thought I had any talent for CS. But today's match made me realize that I really like CS, I like the feeling of being focused on stage, and I like the feeling of cooperating with my teammates."

"I love the feeling of the whole world cheering for me."

259 smiled with great satisfaction, so much so that it made him look a little sleazy.

"That's good. To be honest, when I first saw your demo, I thought that if you weren't cheating, you'd be a natural-born professional. Your reaction speed is a gift from God, but more importantly, you have a big heart and a venue mentality, just like when you were performing in front of an audience."

Tang nodded, and that was indeed the case.

The more viewers there were, the more excited Tang felt, and the more he wanted to operate.

But this always led him to make some radical moves, resulting in his sudden death.

Tang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed: "It's just that the fighting got a bit too intense towards the end..."

"It's normal to get carried away. Who doesn't get carried away during a match?" 259 waved his hand. "The key is that you can calm down afterwards and make the most correct and rational decision."

259 paused here, his tone becoming more serious.

"Tang Ye, I would like to formally invite you to a trial training session at Tianlu."

Tang also looked up at 259 and pointed to himself.

"A trial?" Tang asked. "Me?"

"Yes." 259 nodded. "It's not like you're going to immediately join the professional team. After all, we still have JEE as a sniper on our team. But you can come and experience the professional atmosphere first, for about two weeks."

"You will train with our youth training team, play some training matches, and it's even possible that you will arrange training matches with some foreign teams."

"Two weeks..." Tang murmured.

"I know you have concerns," 259 continued. "Studies, family, time—these are all issues. But two weeks isn't a long time, and your winter break is almost here. You can treat it like a summer camp to get a feel for it and see if you like this kind of life. If you feel it's not suitable after the trial, then consider it a life experience."

"What is the content of the trial training?" Tang asked after a few seconds of silence.

"It's actually quite tedious," 259 answered honestly. "At least eight hours of training every day, including individual shooting practice, item practice, tactical map running, training matches, and reviewing replays... It's much more tiring than you can imagine. Being a professional player isn't like playing ranked matches; you can't just play when you want and stop when you want. It's a job, a job that requires your full dedication, so there's nothing you can't do if you're passionate about it."

As Tang listened, memories of those days spent practicing table tennis came to mind.

In some ways, it's actually quite similar to professional training.

The only difference is that one was forced, while the other was voluntary and enjoyed.

Seeing that Tang remained silent, 259 pressed on, "You don't need to worry about the expenses. I'll cover your round-trip airfare, and the club will take care of your accommodation and meals. Just think of it as a trip to have fun and experience it. If you don't like it, you can always go back."

259 spoke earnestly, and it was clear that he truly cherished Tang Ye as a promising talent.

The domestic CNCS environment is chaotic, and many of the few promising FPS players are snapped up by Valorant and CF. Top-tier FPS talent like Tang Ye is truly rare, which is why 259 went to great lengths to invite him.

If Tang also joins CNCS, then they might really have a chance to break out of Asia and go global.

Tang nodded. He wasn't against the trial training, nor was he worried about the monotony or cost of the training; he was just a little concerned about his family.

"Ninth Master, can I think about it?" Tang Ye asked, clutching his water bottle. "I'd like to try out, but my parents need to know about it."

259 laughed, as long as Tang Ye himself has the will, that's enough.

He patted Tang Ye on the shoulder and smiled, "Of course. Such a big thing definitely needs to be thought through carefully. When you're on vacation, go back and discuss it with your parents. After all, it's very difficult to succeed in your career without their support. Just give me an answer when you've explained it clearly."

After saying that, 259 looked at his watch and then patted Tang Ye on the shoulder.

"I'm waiting for your good news."

After saying that, he waved and got into the car that headed to the hotel.

Tang stood there, looking at the business card in his hand, then at the still-lit venue in the distance, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

The cheers from tonight still seem to echo in my ears—the feeling of being surrounded by thousands, the feeling of fighting alongside my teammates, the exhilarating feeling of winning the game...

At this moment, he remembered the sentence from 259.

"Don't waste your talent."

Tang took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the car.

Ling Feng was leaning against the car window playing on his phone. When he saw him coming over, he looked up and asked, "Finished chatting?"

"Um."

"How so?"

Tang opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Ninth Master wants me to go to Tianlu for a trial."

"Then what will you say?"

Tang sighed, "I said I'd think about it. You know I don't have parents as open-minded as yours, so whether they'll agree is still uncertain."

Ling Feng remained silent for a while, then his voice gradually became serious.

"Tang Ye, do you know what my parents' attitude was when I went to Tianlu Youth Training?"

Tang shook his head.

"They didn't agree at first either." Ling Feng smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile. "His father initially thought it was a waste of time, and my mother was also worried that it would put a strain on my health. I argued with them many times, and things got very tense."

"Until I took them to see an offline tournament."

Tang was taken aback when he heard this.

"Let them sit in the audience and watch me play on stage." Ling Feng looked out the window at the stadium, as if recalling something. "I played exceptionally well in that match, and many people in the audience were chanting my name. After the match, I went down to find my parents and found my mother crying. My father... he didn't say anything, he just patted my shoulder."

He turned to look at Tang Ye.

"They have never objected since then."

Tang also fell silent, Ling Feng's words stirring up ripples in his heart.

In the car, he looked out the window at the still-lit stadium, recalling what 259 and Lingfeng had said to him. Finally, he made up his mind.

He needed to convince his parents to let him successfully participate in Tianlu's trial training.

He wants to go professional and compete in the highest level of competition.

Then, they won the Major championship, bringing CNCS to the top of the world under the world's jubilant gaze.