He abruptly sat up and looked around, utterly dumbfounded.
This wasn’t the familiar, well-appointed training room, nor the backstage lounge at the national gaming finals. Instead, he was in a cramped, tiny rental room. Most of the plaster had fallen off the walls, exposing mottled concrete beneath. A few filthy cardboard boxes were piled in the corner, stuffed with ragged clothes and assorted junk. The air reeked of mold, with a faint smell of baby formula mixed in. It made him wrinkle his nose.
“What is this place? Didn’t I just finish the semifinals and go take a break, waiting to settle the score with that bastard Lin Mo in the finals?” Hua Nongying muttered. His mind was a muddle as countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded in, leaving him dizzy.
Chen Mo, male, twenty-five, unemployed, picking up odd jobs now and then. He was hopelessly addicted to games but terrible at them, buried in debt and hounded daily by debt collectors. He also had a two-year-old daughter named Niannian. Her mother had run off not long after giving birth, leaving father and daughter to rely on each other. And Chen Mo was a complete scumbag who neglected Niannian, often leaving her home alone while he went out partying. Sometimes he didn’t even feed her.
Lin Mo, his archrival, was also a gaming streamer. His skills weren’t as good, but he was petty and intensely jealous, always trying to crush Hua Nongying and steal his fans and resources.
And then there was… a memory swap?!
