He truly despised that old Li Qingmo who'd boast about his grades to Li Qingran whenever he scored well, damn it, back then he'd never have thought that fortunes could take such a turn.
"...Why think so much?" Song Shize's phone immediately followed with a game notification sound, this guy is blatantly the "unaware ghost" that Old Wu spoke of, with grades as open as his pants, never thinking to improve them, but still eagerly inviting Li Qingmo: "Hurry, hurry, let's group up."
When two gaming pros joined forces, they were simply unbeatable; in just over an hour, both had climbed up several ranks.
Li Qingmo briefly put down his phone, looked around the living room, didn't see what he was looking for, and then asked Song Shize: "Do you have nothing to eat here?"
Song Shize was playing the game with a twisted face, spouting colorful language, completely ignoring Li Qingmo's question, his fingers flying across the screen.
Not until nine in the evening did the two stop their gaming.
