At seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Xiu was awakened by an exciting electronic sound in his head.
"Beep! It has been detected that the host has suffered a major setback! The counterattack system for quitting the team and slapping you in the face has been activated! This system will fully help you regain your strength, slap your old club in the face, step on the traitors, and regain your glory! Now a newbie mission is released - please go to Xingxin Internet Cafe opposite Excellent Era Club immediately and apply for the night shift network administrator!"
Ye Xiu's eyes were sleepy, he buried his face deeper into the pillow, and muttered vaguely: "... Who is it, showing a radio drama so early in the morning?"
"The host is currently in the darkest moment of his life. His fighting spirit is low and he is in urgent need of encouragement..." The system was still chanting tirelessly.
Su Muqiu turned over in the corner and asked in a daze: "Old Ye... Who are you talking to so early in the morning..."
Ye Xiu finally opened one eye and blinked slowly, gradually feeling that something was wrong. He raised his hand and grabbed his hair, which was sleeping like a bird's nest. His fifteen-year-old face was filled with clear confusion.
"Wait... What does quitting the team and being slapped in the face mean?"
Intention: If everything could happen again
