2030, one day.
After many days, Xiang Shan walked into the lounge again.
Jing Hongtu seemed to have much more free time than him. Although it was just the lunch hour, he had clearly been there for a while. He was holding a controller, but the game on the screen in front of him wasn't running.
The gaming console belonged to David. The regulations were a bit looser in the Federation, so David had brought a home console to this public lounge last year. Surprisingly, Jing sometimes played a few rounds himself.
Upon seeing Xiang Shan, Jing smiled, motioned him to sit suddenly, and then handed over the controller, rubbing his forehead, "It's really about age. I get tired just from concentrating for a short while. It's definitely a young person's thing."
Xiang Shan didn't refuse and took the controller. Jing was playing a newly released linear RPG, the traditional kind where you run through maps, farm monsters, and fight bosses.
