"You noob! I can't fucking stand you! I was drawing their fire, and I told you to throw a smoke, but you threw a frag!"
"Well, I was out of smokes, wasn't I?"
"Then you should've said so! Why the hell did you throw a grenade?!" Yang Ze glared resentfully at Zhou Shaojie.
"To be honest, Ah Jie, that play was about as good as your English grade."
Playing together was like that. Even though you knew your teammates played like idiots and you'd all flame each other after every match, you'd still invite them for the next game.
After all, the best setup for any game is your friends.
No way, no way. Don't tell me there are really people who don't even have anyone to play *It Takes Two* with, right?
Before the evening self-study session started.
Shen Yuan gazed comfortably at the quest panel, where the mission timer was already approaching 20 hours.
'Feeling pretty pleased with myself.'
