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

Tang Ye, as the person involved, naturally knew where the money came from.

This is what he earned.

He withdrew all his earnings from the live stream and the prize money from the Superman Cup, converting them all into cash.

The purpose of all this was to let his parents know that he could support himself by doing all this.

Tang smiled helplessly as he looked at his parents' shocked expressions.

"Mom, I didn't rob a bank." Tang pushed the bundles of banknotes forward. "This is the money I earned from live streaming, plus the prize money from the Superman Cup."

"Live stream?" Zhao Guifen still couldn't believe it. "You mean... that live stream of you playing games on your computer?"

"Yes." Tang nodded. "I stream on Bilibili now, broadcasting for a few hours every day after class. I have a stable audience of around 10,000. With gifts and such, I can earn quite a bit of money a month. Plus the prize money from the Superman Cup, it all comes down to this."

He paused, then added, "And this is just the beginning. If I achieve good results as a professional player, my future income will only be higher."

Tang Youming stared at the pile of banknotes on the table, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he stubbornly remained silent.

He worked as a physical education teacher his entire life, earning just over 7000 yuan a month. Zhao Guifen worked at the hospital for nearly 30 years, and even with night shift allowances, she only took home five or six thousand yuan.

Now tell me, what do you mean by that "unproductive" son earning 10 in just two months?

"Dad, I can support myself with this." Tang Ye's voice was calm, but with an unprecedented firmness. "And it's not just about supporting myself; I can live a very good life."

"I have talent in this area, like-minded friends, and a stable way to make money. Even if I don't play professionally, I will continue down this path."

"Because this is what I want to do."

Tang Youming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.

The reality was right in front of him: his son earned in two months what they had earned in a year.

This is the truth.

Tang didn't stop either; he knew this was the most crucial moment.

"Dad, Mom, I know how much money and effort you spent training me to play table tennis since I was little. I've always wanted to play well, but my physical fitness has never kept up, and you both know that."

"I went to the provincial team selection, and you all know what the result was. I'm not cut out for table tennis. The national youth championship is my ceiling. If I keep training, I can only make it to the provincial team at best, and I won't even be able to get close to the national team."

Tang paused for a moment, then pointed to his eyes.

"But CS is different."

"I have naturally fast reflexes, and this game seems tailor-made for my talent. I've only been playing for two months, and I can already go toe-to-toe with former professional players. It's no exaggeration to say that my talent goes far beyond just becoming a professional player."

"What I want to do is lead CNCS to the top of the world."

At this moment, his ambition was laid bare.

"I love the cheers from the live audience, I love the environment of communication and cooperation within the team, I love everything about CS."

"Tianlu has sent me a trial invitation. It will last for two weeks, and they will cover all expenses. If I pass the trial, I can officially join the youth training team."

"Dad, I want to give it a try."

Tang Youming stood there, his expression extremely complex. Surprise, confusion, and a hint of something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but his emotions had calmed down.

"Two months... 100,000?"

Tang nodded.

Tang Youming was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "That doesn't prove anything. These days you can make quick money doing anything, but the question is, how long can you make it? What will you do then if nobody plays this game anymore after a few years?"

They still had doubts, but their tone had softened considerably.

Tang didn't refute it. He simply stood up and took his phone out of his pocket.

He turned on a video and handed the phone to his father.

That's a video clip from the Superman Cup.

In the video, Tang also used a sniper rifle to kill Danking who jumped up outside B door, and then cooperated with Ling Feng to complete a double five kill.

The camera then switched to the entire audience.

Thousands of people stood up simultaneously, cheering for this amazing move. They waved support signs and chanted the same name like a tidal wave.

"Tang Ye!! Tang Shen!!"

"That was an awesome shot!"

The sound came through the phone's speaker, echoing in the small living room.

Tang stood on the stage, arms outstretched, basking in the cheers of the entire audience. The lights shone on him, and at that moment, he seemed to be the center of the entire venue.

Tang Youming was stunned.

He spent his entire life as a physical education teacher, teaching countless students and watching countless competitions. He knew all too well the look in his son's eyes.

That's a look of complete enjoyment and immersion, the look that athletes have when they stand on the field, surrounded by the audience's recognition and cheers.

Tang put away his phone and looked at his father.

"Dad, I feel a sense of accomplishment and belonging there."

"When thousands of people were cheering for me in the audience, I felt... that I belonged there."

He paused, his voice becoming very soft, yet firm.

"And I really do have the talent to make a name for myself in this field."

Tang Youming fell silent.

He looked at the 100,000 yuan on the table, and at his son's unusually serious eyes, and he began to feel uncertain.

He was certain that the child in the video was the best representation of himself.

"Old Tang..." Zhao Guifen said softly, her voice tinged with pleading, "How about... we let the child give it a try?"

Tang Youming did not answer. He remained silent for a long time, so long that Zhao Guifen thought he would not answer.

Finally, he spoke in a low voice: "That...Tianlu, it really does include room and board, right?"

Tang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Yes, round-trip airfare, accommodation, and meals are all included."

"How long is the trial period?"

"Two weeks."

What if I fail the trial?

"Then I'll come back to continue my studies and live streaming." Tang was very clear about his decision. "In short, I will not give up on the path of CS."

Tang Youming fell silent.

He walked to the window, took out a lighter and cigarette from his pants, and took a puff.

He slowly exhaled the smoke, gazing out the window at the myriad lights of the old neighborhood.

After a long while, his muffled voice finally came through.

"Okay, go ahead."

Tang's eyes widened.

"dad?"

"I said, go ahead." Tang Youming didn't turn around, his voice tinged with awkwardness. "You're all grown up now, you have your own thoughts. It's only for two weeks, so go for it. If you don't pass the trial, just come back to school. If..."

He paused.

"If you can really make a name for yourself... then so be it."

A ripple suddenly surged in Tang Ye's heart.

"In short, once you get there, remember to call us every day to let us know you're safe." Tang Youming turned around. "Since you've chosen to go, you must make a name for yourself."

"After all, so many people were cheering in that video, which proves you played pretty well."

"Since you have this talent, don't waste it."