Wu Mingze was playing games in a rental house, with a popsicle in his mouth and an instant noodle bucket under his feet. The character on the screen was being chased and hacked.
"Holy shit, shit, shit! Stop chasing brother! Isn't it okay that I was wrong?"
He pressed the keyboard hurriedly, but the character was still chopped to the ground.
"Damn it." Wu Mingze spit out the popsicle sticks on the table and was about to restart the game when a window suddenly popped up on the screen.
