Bu Yao felt that one was the first and two were big, and couldn't help but explain: "Not all people who play games are Internet-addicted teenagers, and games are not a disaster. There is no essential difference between playing games and listening to music and drawing."

"That's right, people who play well in the game can still make money." Bu Yan also spoke with him.

"Look at you, you have ruined your brother. I haven't said anything yet. It's all your reasons." Fang Hua sighed, looking like he looked down on them.

"Yes, I only earn a few thousand yuan a month when I play games and become an anchor. I can't compare to my excellent cousin. I've been a graduate student and still rely on my parents."

Before Bu Yao could roll his eyes, he was slapped hard on the back of his head. Fang Ping glared at her, "How come you kid talk to your aunt?"

"What I said is the fact." Bu Yao snorted in dissatisfaction and turned his head back to his room.

The sound insulation in her house is not very good, and Fang Hua's voice can be heard vaguely: "You have to take good care of her, the game will almost suck her soul away. If this continues, something will happen sooner or later..."

Bu Yao felt angry when she heard this, so she locked the door and put on her headphones to make up for her sleep.

When she woke up again, it was already dark.

Bu Yao touched her empty stomach and got up and went to the kitchen to find food.

In the kitchen, Fang Ping was preparing supper. When she saw her coming, she took the lead and said, "You have heard your aunt's words. Don't talk about you as a girl. Even the boys around me, I have never heard of how many people make money by playing games."

"You are young now and don't understand many things. It is the right way to find a good job after studying hard. Don't mention playing games, I won't agree if I mention it."

"What are you playing games? Sister, are you going to play profession?" Bu Yan also rushed into the kitchen, but his face was a completely different look of excitement from Fang Ping.

Fang Ping was angry when she saw him like this and couldn't help but shout coldly: "Bu Yan, go out for me."

"Go out." Bu Yan flattened his mouth aggrievedly, and when he passed by Bu Yao, he still made a gesture of cheering: "Sister, I'm optimistic about you!"

Bu Yao ignored him and looked at Fang Ping with a calm look on his face, "Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing. You can't deny the existence of many things just because you haven't seen them."

"E-sports is a regular sports event. Those professional players are not teenagers who are addicted to the Internet. They are athletes. Where you can't see them, they are wearing red flags to win glory for the country. They are not the scum you call, but the pride of the country."

"I know you have lived a hard life, so I never dared to ask you for anything since I was a child." Bu Yao clenched his fists, his clear eyes full of determination, "But this time, no matter whether you agree or not, I will not compromise."

Bang-

A loud slap fell on her face, and Bu Yao didn't even frown, "It's useless for you to hit me."

"You want to win glory for the country, then who will win glory for me?" Fang Ping was so angry that she trembled all over. "Have you ever thought about what neighbors would say about you, if you don't go to college, you have to play games? What kind of face do you want me to go out to see people in the future?"
Chapter completed!