"Fatty, you have no idea. My character was supposed to live at the lowest level of society, struggling to survive in cracks. Just now you aimed that shot at my leg; imagine, how would a bullet to the leg kill me? Plus, this character has some similarities with me. Even if I'm dying, I must struggle. I must continually chant to myself, 'I can't die, I can't die.'
"Die your mom's head! Letting you die once, where do you get all this babbling from?" Fatty was fuming with anger.
"No, Fatty, every character has their own life. It's not just the main characters who are invincible; actually, the side characters are often tougher than the leads because most people live in unequal conditions. Their inner resentment can be heavy."
Zheng Jing spoke earnestly and properly.
"You bastard! I just want you to play a dead person for once, and you're arguing so much with me. Are you dying or not?"
"Die! Absolutely die, this time, Fatty, aim better, and I'll probably die."
"..."
