"Charge at them, use a sniper rifle, take out the sniper in the opposing forest!"
Professor Zhang shouted in desperation.
Zhang Lin turned his head, froze, dared not move a muscle, held his mobile phone tightly, stuck in a particular motion.
"Professor Zhang—Professor Zhang!"
Sweat seeped from his forehead. If he got caught by Elder man Zhang, the ending would be miserable. Even a poorly buttoned button could get him Scolded, he didn't know what the outcome of playing a game would be.
"Professor Zhang, you see, we're just relaxing a bit this afternoon since there's nothing to do."
Zhang Lin wanted to cry. Begging pitifully, stuttering, it took all of his courage to squeeze out this sentence.
"Professor Zhang—"
"We'll never dare to do it again!"
Little Five and Liang Fatty pleaded together, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Their posture was quite awkward, but they dared not move.
"Go on, play it. Why are you looking at me?" Professor Zhang pointed at Zhang Lin's phone.
