Friday evening rush hour was probably the longest, most self-deceiving foreplay for office workers. Amid the endless traffic, people used fantasies of a relaxing weekend to stimulate their already numb nerves, searching for some special meaning that might not even exist.
Being able to find a decent drink shop ahead of time, put on airs with a cup of coffee, chat leisurely with friends, and freely make use of the limited time that most people had no choice but to waste on the road meant defeating more than 95 percent of city dwellers.
That was basically what Yuan Wuwei thought.
If possible, he did not even want to touch on any topics related to work or his past troublesome experiences. The problem was that Songkan was quite enthusiastic about them. Since the old man was treating him, he could only chat along for a few lines and "express" his opinion while he was at it:
"Everyone's competing to drag things out right now. The government and military are assessing risks and resolving internal disputes; the Extraordinary Species are basically waiting for change by stalling; and as for that person, he is probably waiting for the situation to ferment—ordinary destroyers are not scary. What is scary is that he casually planted a flag while he was at it.
"More and more people are running beneath that flag and waving banners in support. Once the scale reaches a certain level, never mind those crying misery—even those who keep at a respectful distance will be unable to hold back."
What Yuan Wuwei and Songkan were discussing was naturally God Ronan's God Declaration and the Dream Game. This was currently the hottest and most uncontrollable topic on Earth.
For the moment, its impact on social life was still difficult to assess. But within online