Lin Che's consciousness was awakened by the electric current.
It wasn't the sting of the high-frequency electric shock device in the laboratory, but the numbness that felt like being hit by a leaky current from a poor-quality charger, running from the fingertips to Tianling Gai. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar dome of the quantum physics laboratory, but the ceiling covered with game posters - a poster for the "Peace Elite" professional league finals was particularly eye-catching. On the poster, the players were wearing black uniforms, with veins popping out in their hands holding the trophy. The background was a smoke-filled island map.
"Wake up, wake up! Brother Che, you are finally awake. I almost thought you were going to electrocute yourself just now!" A whirring voice exploded in my ears.
Lin Che turned her head and saw a boy with a short haircut approaching with a half-used mobile phone. The login interface of "Peace Elite" was still on the screen. The boy's face was stained with potato chip residue, and his eyes were full of anxiety: "You said you insisted on betting 1v4 on some bronze game, but in the middle of the game, you suddenly started to twitch all over, and your phone flew out. It shocked me!"
