On the way home after the nucleic acid test, the young lady kept thanking him, making Cheche even more embarrassed.
To his shame, the moment he rushed forward, what he had in mind was really "Time to kill monsters, damn it"...
Ah, video games are poisoning the bright youth of our country; I'll have to restrain myself in the future.
After returning home, Cheche lay on the bed, raised his slightly aching left hand to the ceiling in a dramatic gesture, and felt as if he had suddenly become a "hero"...
Hey, guess what, now I have something to brag about to the dorm kids.
"Bro, where'd you learn those moves?"
Just as Cheche was about to put on his helmet again, to see if today's act of heroism had shortened the update time, he heard his sister curiously ask as she pushed open the door:
"Don't tell me you learned them in that game?"
"Yeah, I could actually chain together some smooth combos."
Cheche, holding the helmet, snorted and said:
