A Game of Chicken Changed Me

A game has made some friends, and some of these friends are real friends, and some are purely online friends, triggering a series of stories that change real life. . . . . "Come here, hurry up, gather together, get in the car and run away with drugs," I shouted at the screen of my mobile phone, "Come on, hurry up, I came all the way to pick you up. Is this wild team really unconscious? You haven't finished the search yet." I spend most of my time in solo queue, and I don't have a few regular teammates. When I have extra time, I play with squadrons and squads. "Come here, come here." "What kind of car is this? It's a bit ugly, No. 1." "Let's go to the main city. Oh, I'll go. This car is driven. Please switch positions and drive it for me." This is the problem that I don't play well in the jungle team. MD, I am either fighting for manpower or giving various commands. As a result, later on, I usually played solo. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.