Jiaozi Niu always feels something is not quite right recently.
It's like everyone has their low period every month, or maybe it's because he hasn't touched games for a month. His attention span has been quite scattered lately.
He sits by the dining table, looking at the messages popping up on the terminal, unconsciously drifting off again.
As the runner-up in the solo challenge, many media companies and platforms intend to sign with him, offering attractive conditions, yet Jiaozi Niu feels something is off.
Since the end of version 1.0 "Contempt Maxim", he's been trapped in this state: constantly doubting that everything around him is fake.
When eating, he finds the taste of food unfamiliar, when strolling, the roadside scenery feels like mere textures, seeing people's shoving and jesting rolls like crude 3D models colliding.
——Have I played too many games?
Jiaozi Niu covers his forehead, his anxious, confused face reflected in the soup appears incredibly unfamiliar.
