The air conditioning unit made an old buzzing sound.
The training room was filled with the smell of instant noodles mixed with Red Bull, and there was a crackling sound of keyboard typing. The light from five computer screens illuminated the out-of-place deck chair in the corner.
Gu Tao was nestled in that chair, his head tilted to one side, sleeping soundly. The hood of the white hoodie he was wearing was buttoned on his head, and the pink cat-ear headphones hanging around his neck slid down to his collarbone. From a training perspective, this person looks like a passerby who sneaked directly from the Internet cafe to catch up on his sleep.
"Damn! He's dead again!"
"Don't waste time! Wait for me to start a group!"
"Assistant, look at me, look at me! I can't get enough milk!"
Shouts came and went, mixed with the sound effects of the death of game characters. Gu Tao turned over and pulled the drawstring of his hoodie over to cover his ears.
