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

ZEM Tech Elite Challenge, the official global Tier 2 points tournament for CS2.

The participating teams come from all over the world. In addition to domestic teams such as LVG and RA, there is also the Australian team FlyQuest. The most famous player is JKS, the solo player from the terrifying server room.

Overall, this competition couldn't be more suitable as a stage for TyLoo to test their new lineup.

However, the challenges remain significant.

The first stage of the online closed qualifiers will be a single-elimination, best-of-three (BO3) tournament. The 16 teams from around the world will be divided into 8 groups for the closed qualifiers.

Simply put, if you fail, you go home immediately; there's no room for error. Ultimately, only 8 teams will qualify for the BJ offline finals.

In the training room, only the sound of keyboard typing and the soft clicking of the mouse remained.

Tang sat in front of the computer, the familiar Aim Rush map on the screen. His fingers danced rapidly across the keyboard, each sudden stop and each positioning precise as if a machine were at work.

"Bang!"

Another bot was shot in the head and fell to the ground.

Tang Ye's gaze remained fixed on the screen, his pupils slightly contracted, his entire being immersed in that strange state.

Since Zhong Weijie told him that he would be making his debut at the ZEM Elite Challenge, Tang's daily life has become simpler.

Aside from eating and sleeping, it's all about practicing shooting, exploring maps, watching demos, playing training matches, and learning tactics...

He is progressing at a frightening pace.

And now, the first test that God has given him has arrived.

Half an hour later, it was his first official match, against Steel Helmet.

This team is composed of several retired professional players. Although they call themselves the "old people's team", their strength should not be underestimated. They are also known as the "CNCS professional player quality inspectors".

Its captain, MO, once led TyLoo to win the first Major sticker in China and also accomplished the feat of firing four consecutive arrows at once.

And now, he is about to face these legends.

"nervous?"

A voice rang in his ears. Tang opened his eyes and saw Xiao Ju standing beside him, holding two bottles of water.

Tang took off his headphones and took a bottle: "It's alright."

"Just tell the truth. It's normal to be nervous when it's your first time playing in an official match." Xiao Ju sat down on the chair next to him, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. "When I first went on the court, my palms were sweaty, and I could barely hold the mouse."

Tang smiled and asked, "And then what happened?"

"And then?" Xiao Ju raised an eyebrow. "Then I got slaughtered like a pig. But after a while, I got used to it, and then it was my turn to slaughter others."

Tang nodded, his thoughts returning to the CS game on the other side of the screen.

"Actually, compared to being nervous, I'm feeling other, much heavier pressure right now."

Xiao Ju laughed and said, "Is there anything more stressful than feeling nervous?"

Tang stared intently and slowly uttered a single word.

"responsibility."

Xiao Ju was taken aback.

responsibility?

"I am very aware of the immense pressure the entire team is under," Tang said calmly. "A rookie who has only been playing CS for three months was directly promoted to the first team and immediately became a starter. In addition to external doubts, there was also dissatisfaction among the team's own youth training staff."

"I know in my heart how much hardship and how many sleepless nights everyone has endured to get to where we are today. Why should I be able to join the first team and start playing right away?"

Xiao Ju seemed a little dazed.

Tang Ye's words indeed expressed the sentiments of many youth training students, including his own past thoughts.

"But your talent is indeed world-class. After the previous internal training matches, didn't everyone admire you?" Xiao Ju asked.

A glint of light flashed in Tang Ye's eyes.

"That's why I carry the dreams of others on my shoulders, and I have the responsibility to lead the team to victory," Tang said, emphasizing each word. "Not only for myself, but also for the entire team."

All those dreams of youth training, the trust of teammates, and the expectations and doubts from the outside world, all boil down to just two words—responsibility.

Xiao Ju was stunned. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.

responsibility.

When Tang Ye uttered this word, Xiao Ju felt a strange tremor.

Having played professionally for so many years, he has seen countless exceptionally talented young people. Some were incredibly arrogant when they first arrived, thinking they were the best in the world, but their mentality collapsed after losing a few matches; others were timid and hesitant, not daring to ask for resources even after playing for half a year, and eventually faded into obscurity.

But Tang also...

This newbie, who had only been working in Computer Science for three months, sat there calmly and uttered the word "responsibility."

Xiao Ju suddenly remembered the first time she played in an official match.

Back then, he was a newcomer, a promising young prodigy. Standing on the field, all he could think about was "I want to prove myself" and "I want to show everyone my strength."

He never thought about the word "responsibility" back then.

He never considered what it meant for the team to allocate resources to him, never considered what it meant for his teammates to trust him, and never considered what it meant for the dreams of countless substitute players who stayed up all night training.

Now, on the eve of his first official competition, this 18-year-old feels neither nervous nor anxious.

Yes, it was the excitement that emanated from her fingertips and eyes, and the responsibility she carried on her shoulders.

Xiao Ju was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"You rascal..." He shook his head, stood up, patted Tang Ye on the shoulder, "Alright, I'm relieved to hear that."

The training room door was pushed open, and Zhong Weijie walked in first, followed by Hamburger, Mo Siyu, Ling Feng, and several data analysts and team leaders. The group filed in, and the once empty training room instantly became crowded.

"Everyone's here." Zhong Weijie glanced around, his gaze lingering on Tang Ye for a moment. "How are you feeling?"

Tang nodded: "No problem."

Tang also took one and looked down at it.

The paper was densely covered with various tactical routes, item locations, and time points. There were maps like Desert City, Inferno Town, and Nuclear Crisis. Each map was marked with at least seven or eight sets of tactics, covering everything from the default opening to mid-game rotations.

"This is the tactical system we've been developing these past few days," Zhong Weijie's voice rang out in the training room. "We've created several targeted setups specifically for the characteristics of steel helmets. Take a look, and ask us anything you don't understand now."

The training room fell silent, with only the rustling sound of turning pages.

Tang Ye's gaze swept quickly across the tactical paper.

He had practiced these tactics countless times in training matches over the past few days. Every map run, every item combination, and every point rotation was deeply etched into his muscle memory.

Zhong Weijie clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back. "The match starts in twenty minutes. You guys, warm up if you need to, and review the game if you need to. Put away your tactical sheets; we'll review them one last time before the match starts."

Everyone responded and returned to their respective positions. Zhong Weijie slowly walked over and stood beside Tang Ye.

Are you nervous?

Tang shook his head, then nodded: "A little."

"It's normal." Zhong Weijie smiled. "But you look much better than I expected."

He patted Tang Ye on the shoulder.

"Go, go and play a great game."