Alan, who lived with him, realized that Qiu Yu had become a ghost whose only task each day was to get up and then play games.
The other person's reaction clearly slowed down a lot, and many times they couldn't hear what was being said to them at all; their mind was filled with games.
Finally seizing the opportunity during mealtime, Alan put the braised pork ribs he cooked on the table and, watching Qiu Yu devour rice, said with concern, "Qiu Yu, aren't you pushing yourself too hard? Although I know that to succeed, you have to be a little crazy. But you've practically become mentally ill."
"Mentally ill... Hold on, I've got an inspiration!"
Seeing Qiu Yu put down his chopsticks and about to run off, Alan grabbed him and said sternly, "Qiu Yu, I'm serious, you could die suddenly from this."
Qiu Yu's gaze gradually became clearer, as if he had just woken up, and he said with a bitter smile, "I know, and I can feel that this is my last chance."
