At 1:30 in the morning, dormitory 402, Building 3, University of South China, was filled with smoke that was like a fairyland, choking and making people cough.
Fu Shi slumped on the chair, his back pressed against the wall, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, his fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard, and he kept mumbling in a very anxious tone: "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Do you know how to play as an assistant? Use your ultimate move! If you don't let me go, I will be killed by the opponent!"
Zhang Lei, who was next to him, was holding an unlit cigarette. He leaned his head and glanced at his computer screen. He sneered, his tone full of ridicule: "Fu Shi, you can pull him down. It's useless to equip you with a divine assistant because you're such an idiot. It's a waste of time."
