I once played with Pandongo, who loved Counter-Strike. But that day, nothing worked. He kept getting shot, and our team began to lose hope. “Bro, we’re not winning with you,” someone joked bitterly. After another defeat, Pandongo sighed, quit the game, and stared at a dusty yellow sunflower string on his desk—something he always kept close during tough times. Wordlessly, he tied it around his neck and logged back in. Everything changed. His aim was perfect, his reflexes sharp. He clutched a 1v3, made an ace, and tore through the enemy's tactics. Round after round, we clawed back. “Counter-Terrorists win.” The team exploded in cheers. “What just happened?!” someone asked. He looked in the mirror, touched the string, and smiled: “Never forget where luck comes from.” That’s how we won.