Our original newspaper ad went like this : "Dear fellow Afterlife Dream players, if you are stuck, please contact us at XXXX-8172636 or message us at ZhaoYun@XXXX.com."
After we changed it, it sounded like this : "Dear Cecilia, if you are stuck in time, please contact us at XXXX-8172636 or message us at ZhaoYun@XXXX.com. Otherwise, please log into Afterlife Dream using your full name with an underscore and your birthdate."
If the lady who usually took our submission gave us suspicious looks before, this time she went as far as pushing the glasses up her nose to give us sharp looks.
"Uhm, thanks," I quickly said while leaving the ad money on the tray. We knew how much it cost after paying for it so many times before.
"Wait," she stopped us. "It is twenty dollars."
"Why?" HellWitch demanded. "It is usually fifteen dollars."
"Usually?" the newspaper lady shot HellWitch a look. "I have never seen you here before. I don't know what you are talking about. It costs twenty dollars."
