Playing mahjong was a must-have entertainment during the Lunar New Year at her house before she time-traveled.
After doomsday, she would play a few rounds with her teammates when they had nothing else to do.
Of course, it usually ended up being three people teaming up to pit against her strategist.
There was no choice, her brains were not only useful, but she also had good luck and was able to count cards.
Whoever could win against her strategist felt even more exhilarated than killing a zombie seven times.
At this moment, there are four people in the room.
Just enough for a table.
On this snowy Lunar New Year's Eve, the hands of three young adults reach for an addicting item that they will not be able to shake off for many years to come.
Mahjong.
After explaining the rules, they tried a round.
Explaining rules to someone with a good brain felt like a great accomplishment.
They understood without much repetition.
