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

After the Superman Cup ended, Tang Ye's live streaming career also ushered in a small peak, with the number of viewers per day stabilizing at around 10,000.

However, compared to his live-streaming career, Tang Ye is now more concerned about how to confront his parents about the youth training program.

If he wants to pursue a career in table tennis, his parents would probably not object, but if he says he wants to go on to play video games professionally, that's just a pipe dream.

However, since the decision has been made, this hurdle must be overcome.

After all, life is never smooth sailing.

After the winter vacation started, since Tang Ye's home was in the area, he only needed to pack his luggage to leave. Before leaving, he said goodbye to his three sons.

"I'm leaving." Tang Ye stood at the door of dormitory 330, dragging his suitcase, and said to the three big boys inside.

"Take care, Tang!"

"Remember to tell your aunt and uncle about this when you get home. Getting into Tianlu's youth training program is a sure thing!"

"If Brother Tang becomes a CNCS star in the future, don't forget about us brothers!"

Listening to his three sons' witty banter, Tang was finally able to temporarily shed his heavy worries and chuckle softly.

Tang stood in front of that familiar old-fashioned residential building, carrying a bulging backpack and holding the handle of a suitcase.

This is an old residential area with a history of more than 30 years. There are no elevators, and the exterior walls of the residential buildings are also mottled and worn by the passage of time.

The first-floor hallway was filled with all sorts of electric vehicles and various odds and ends, and the lights in the stairwell flickered on and off, making it hard to tell what was going on.

Upon reaching the top floor, the sixth floor, Tang stopped, took a deep breath, and pulled out his keys from his pocket.

The moment the door opened, the familiar aroma of food wafted out.

"You're back?" Her mother's voice came from the kitchen. "Wash your hands and get ready for dinner. Your father will be home from get out of class soon."

Tang responded and went into the room, leaving his backpack and suitcase at his door.

The room was still the same. On the desk were his table tennis trophies from childhood to adulthood, and several faded certificates were pasted on the wall. In the most conspicuous place hung a photo—Tang Ye holding the trophy from the National Youth Table Tennis Championship, standing on the podium.

In the kitchen, Zhao Guifen, the mother, was busy at work. She was wearing the same floral apron that she had used for more than ten years, and the spatula was flying everywhere.

"Mom, let me help you."

"No need, no need, sit down and rest for a while." Zhao Guifen didn't turn her head. "Are you tired from the journey? Are there many people on the bus?"

"I took the subway back, it was alright, not too crowded."

Tang Ye's mother, Zhao Guifen, is a nurse at the Third People's Hospital of the city, a position she has held for nearly 30 years. Shift work, night shifts, and holiday shifts are commonplace for her. Therefore, when Tang Ye was a child, his father, Tang Youming, often took him to and from ball practice.

At 6:15, the sound of the door lock turning was heard.

Tang Youming pushed open the door and came in, wearing that faded jacket. He saw Tang Ye, nodded, and that was his way of greeting him.

"dad."

"Hmm." Tang Youming, wearing slippers, asked, "When did you arrive?"

"I just got back a little while ago."

Tang Youming didn't say anything more. He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"Dinner's ready!" Zhao Guifen brought out the last dish.

The family of three sat around the dining table, just like countless nights before.

Suddenly, Tang Youming spoke up: "Have you been practicing table tennis lately?"

Tang paused for a moment, then said, "I'm still training. But the coach said that although my reaction speed is fast, my physical fitness is always a bit lacking. He said I have an endomorphic body type, which makes it difficult for me to build muscle, so getting into the provincial team... is a bit of a stretch."

Tang Ye poured out everything his coach had told him. When he was younger, Tang Ye won youth championships because of his extremely fast reaction speed. But as he grew older, due to slower muscle growth, Tang Ye's explosive power was always just a little lacking, which prevented him from making it into the provincial team.

"So you went and got involved in that... Superman Cup, right?" Tang Youming's face was expressionless, but Tang knew that his father was questioning him.

"The Superman Cup?" Tang was taken aback. "Dad, how did you know about this place?"

"Of course I know!" Tang Youming fixed his gaze on Tang Ye, his expression turning serious, and his voice gradually rising. "Your third uncle told me! His son watched your so-called game competition, and your so-called game livestream!"

"What exactly have you been doing since you went to university?"

After listening to his father's words, Tang realized that his father had known everything all along and was just waiting for him to come back so he could confront him directly.

Tang Ye was quite at ease, which saved him the trouble of explaining everything.

"Dad, now that you know about the Super Cup, you should also know that I have more talent in this area than in table tennis," Tang tried to convince his father. "Esports is not fundamentally different from other sports; they are both competitive sports..."

"I have received a tryout invitation from the domestic TyLoo team, which is enough to prove that I am more talented in CS than in billiards."

"In table tennis, we used to have Ma Long and Zhang Jike, and now we have Fan Zhendong. But in CNCS, we have none of them."

"I believe that I can bring glory to my country by playing Counter-Strike."

Seeing that a conflict was about to erupt, Zhao Guifen tried to smooth things over: "Why don't we eat first... otherwise the food will get cold. We can talk about this later, okay?"

"Eat? He still has the nerve to eat?"

"Old Tang, what are you saying? The kids just got back..."

"Just got back?" Tang Youming sneered. "He's back, but where's his heart? It's still in that CS thing, isn't it!"

He slammed his chopsticks on the table, the sound echoing loudly in the small living room.

"I worked so hard to support his studies and his sports career for over a decade, and now look what's happened! He just quits and goes off to play that stupid game of his!"

"Dad, I didn't..."

"No?" Tang Youming suddenly stood up, pointing at Tang Ye's nose, "What kind of profession do you have, what Tianlu, what trial training, and you even say you're bringing glory to the country? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"What you're saying is completely unrealistic. How are you going to support yourself with a crappy game? Besides, how many years can you even play that game? What if it shuts down? Will you still be able to find a decent job then?"

Tang sighed helplessly.

There is no doubt that persuasion will not work.

The parents' outdated ideas were formed over time, and they had long associated games with the loss of ambition and leisure.

Tang was well-prepared for this situation.

He didn't argue, but slowly walked into his room...

"Wait a minute, what are you planning to do? Explain yourself!"

Tang Youming stood there pointing at Tang Ye. However, when Tang Ye took the backpack and unzipped it, his parents, Tang Youming and Zhao Guifen, were all dumbfounded.

Tang then pulled out bundles of banknotes from his backpack, each bundle containing ten thousand yuan.

Tang also took out ten bundles, which amounted to 100,000 yuan!

"this......"

When the full 100,000 yuan was placed on the dinner table, Tang Youming was dumbfounded and speechless.

Zhao Guifen was so shocked that her voice trembled.

"Son, did you rob a bank?"