A full-on cartoon style hits you in the face.
Ah, this...
A game for little kids?
Mr. Ke, I'm almost 30 years old, and you give me this... this?
That said, weren't you a middle school teacher, Mr. Ke? How come you've become a game salesman?
Unable to make sense of Mr. Ke's peculiar words and actions, Ma Yang watched as the other disappeared into the crowd.
He then helplessly shook his head, pocketed the little box, glanced at the evening sky, and made his way home.
As soon as he got back to his rented apartment, he saw his girlfriend lying on the sofa with her iPad, giggling at a romance drama.
Especially when she saw the handsome young male character have some ambiguous interactions with the female lead, her excitement reached a screaming pitch.
"You're home early from work today?" Ma Yang laughed as he changed his shoes, "Speaking of which, I ran into an old acquaintance today, guess who? Haha! My former teacher, and before he left, he gave me a..."
