In the "Time Travel" Internet cafe late at night, only a few rows of screens were still lit in the training area.
Chen Mo was sitting behind the front desk, typing on the keyboard silently with his fingers, sorting out today's computer records.
He looked no different from any night-shift network administrator at an Internet cafe in a university town—calm and distant, as if the hustle and bustle around him was separated by an invisible layer of glass.
That was until a sharp argument broke out in the training area next door.
"It's stuck! It was definitely stuck just now!" A young man with yellow hair slammed the mouse, and a gray death countdown appeared on the screen. "Can this team lose? Where is the vision in the jungle? Are you sleepwalking in the jungle?"
"Fart! I didn't come to the middle lane even though the ping was bad. Who's to blame?" The boy with a short hair, known as the jungler, blushed. "The jungler on the other side squatted on your face three times. Where is the eye? Will you die if you buy a real eye?"
"Stop saying a few words!" Captain Zhang Wei stood up abruptly, the chair legs scraping the floor with a harsh sound.
He was tall and tall, with an exaggerated metal chain hanging around his neck, and veins popped out on his forehead.
"Twenty minutes behind by 8,000, what the heck! What kind of rubbish network is this crappy Internet cafe? The delay is one hop after another. How do you play?"
