Wang Jianguo squatted under the old locust tree at the east end of the village, tapping the pile of green watermelons in front of him with his fingers.
The sun at noon was very hot, making the ground steamy. Several "strangers" dressed in fancy clothes - called "players" in their own words - were wandering around the blacksmith shop in the village, shouting about "reinforcement +12 is crazy" and "the probability of this game is really bad".
"Watermelon, keep it ripe."
