At 10:30 in the evening, the lights in the rental house were dim. I squatted in front of the computer with half a cigarette in my mouth, my fingers were typing on the keyboard quickly, and I was muttering in my mouth: "Team Rookie, can you please stop giving me this gift? If you give it to me anymore, my star will be gone!"
Just after a team battle, with teammates' curses still floating in the headphones, the door was pushed open with a "clang". I didn't even look back, thinking it was the guy next door who forgot to bring the key to the Internet again, and shouted angrily: "Get out of here, I'm just getting points. If you want to use the Internet, you can move the stool by yourself, don't bother me."
No one responded, only the sound of footsteps approaching slowly. I looked up impatiently, and when I saw who was coming, the cigarette in my mouth almost fell on the keyboard - it was Shen Yao, my brother.
