The Lord of All Things Internet Cafe Master Travels Through the Game and Becomes a Slave

Huo Qiming walked to the bathroom, tidied his hair and washed his face. His haggard face and pungent body odor would often make others mistake him for a homeless man. When I came to the Internet cafe bar, the lady at the bar looked disgusted and asked: How much? "RMB 50, and change me to a private room." Huo Qiming took his ID card and came to the private room. After turning on the phone, he fell asleep again.