Staring at the score on the screen, Qian Xiaohao was dumbfounded.
He had watched the whole time the maid was rolling on the keyboard and then watched in disbelief as her character made random selections, killed indiscriminately, and climbed to the top.
It was then that he realized that the game's random choices seemed to be more reliable than his own.
Also, during this process, the elements that had scared him never appeared. It was as if last night's events had all been just a dream.
Noticing that Qian Xiaohao was scared stiff, the maid patted his shoulder and covered her mouth teasingly, "Young Master, your gaming skills really don't make the cut. I think the greatest contribution you could make to the gaming industry would be to leave it."
"No, but last night..."
"It must have been a nightmare. After all, you cry when watching 12+ animations and then fuss for me to sleep with you. You were really cute back then, Young Master."
