When Zhang Gao brought Yang Jian to a tent set up temporarily, they saw Xiong Wenwen, the brat, sitting there, engrossed in playing a mobile game.
"You wimp, what's with the hesitation? Charge with me, dive the tower, we can take them out this round."
"Damn it, I'm facing off against three here alone while you trash are busy farming. If you like farming so much, why don't you go play against bots?"
"Eat shit. Don't run into me next game, or I'll wreck your entire family."
Playing games, Xiong Wenwen was incredibly temperamental, and the child, around ten, seemed to regard nobody's opinion, not the sky nor the earth, spewing venom left and right; it was hard to imagine how his teammates tolerated such a professional trash-talker.
"Xiong Wenwen, Yang Jian is here," Zhang Gao spoke up to remind him.
"Shut up, can't you see I'm gaming here?" Xiong Wenwen retorted without looking up.
