He sat up suddenly, looked around, and was momentarily confused.
What he saw in front of him was not the well-decorated training room he was familiar with, nor the backstage lounge of the National Game Finals, but a cramped rental house with most of the wall peeling off, revealing the mottled cement inside. There were several dirty cardboard boxes piled in the corner, stuffed with tattered clothes and sundries. There was a musty smell in the air, mixed with the faint smell of milk powder, which made him frown.
"What kind of place is this? Didn't I just finish the semi-finals and prepare to take a rest and wait for the final battle with Lin Mo's grandson?" Hua Nongying muttered to himself, his mind was like a ball of mush, countless unfamiliar memory fragments rushed in, making him dizzy.
Chen Mo, male, twenty-five years old, unemployed, occasionally doing odd jobs, addicted to games but making a lot of money, owed a lot of foreign debt, and was blocked by debt collectors every day. He also had a two-year-old daughter named Niannian. Her mother ran away not long after giving birth to Niannian, leaving the father and daughter dependent on each other. Chen Mo, on the other hand, was nothing at all and ignored Niannian. He often left the child alone at home and went out to fool around, sometimes without even feeding the child.
Lin Mo, his nemesis, is also a game anchor. His skills are not as good as his, but he is narrow-minded and extremely jealous. He always wants to step on him and steal his fans and resources.
And... Memory exchange? !
