Yao Jiayin, like a weed that grows tenaciously in the wilderness, with the sharp edge of frost and abnormal properties, will eventually bloom into brilliant flowers after experiencing wind and rain.
The basic ether chip she needs is like the land cultivated by the villagers, pregnant with hope. The advanced and specialized chips are the crops watered by sweat, layer upon layer, paved with difficult roads. The certification seal is like the seal handed over by the elders in the village, symbolizing recognition and trust.
The final dance shoes are her footprints through the bumpy and muddy, and the high-dimensional data and access device are her eyes to go out and see the world. Dingni is the currency of this land and the weight of life.
The exclusive sound engine and various components are her weapons and her armor. The actual combat simulation room is the bustling village, her battlefield and home.
Breakthroughs and skill improvement are the result of her silently working, accumulating strength, and waiting for the moment of harvest, just like the old cow in the village. Yao Jiayin’s story is like a legend in the countryside, full of the tenacity and perseverance of life.
Her growth is a song of life written with soil and sweat, and an unyielding echo in the torrent of the times.