"Nine, zero, two..."
Although the keyboard on the phone was blurry, Gu Mian was quite adept at using a nine-keypad. He quickly pressed the buttons corresponding to "9," "0," and "2."
But the phone showed no reaction.
Gu Mian sank into deep thought. Perhaps I'm not using it correctly.
Just then, Fatty's slightly louder voice came from behind. "Hey, Doctor, look at this."
Gu Mian turned to see Fatty holding a CD, the light reflecting from it stinging Gu Mian's eyes.
Fatty seemed pleased. "I found this next to the pen holder. I remember the computer in my room can play CDs."
The room Fatty spoke of corresponded to Zhao Lei's middle school days and contained a very old desktop computer.
That computer didn't even have a keyboard, just a small display screen and a bulky CPU tower that could play CDs.
