"Game? What game?" Hu Ge still looked utterly bewildered, question marks written all over his face.
"PUBG, of course."
"PUBG. You—holy crap!" Hu Ge instantly realized, even blurting out his catchphrase.
(For the record, Hu Ge's catchphrase really was "holy crap.")
He usually kept himself from saying it because he was a public figure, but this time he hadn't managed to hold back at all.
He rarely played games. He only played PUBG occasionally, and the only player he knew was that 4AM_Ming.
Hu Ge never watched matches or livestreams, so he had no idea what that ID represented—or who it belonged to.
He had always thought Jiang Siming was merely an ordinary player, a top student from Fudan University.
He had even tried to fool Jiang Siming by claiming he was just an extra in Hengdian. He never expected Jiang Siming to have recognized him long ago.
For the first time, Hu Ge felt utterly embarrassed.
"So, President Jiang, you knew it was me all along?" Hu Ge put on a "shy" expression, feeling terribly awkward.
Jiang Siming laughed. "I just wanted to see how long you, the Hengdian extra, would keep trying to fool me."
That made Hu Ge feel even more guilty.
"President Jiang, it wasn't that I wanted to hide it from you. I mainly thought you were just a random passerby, so it wasn't very convenient." Hu Ge explained himself.
Jiang Siming raised a hand to stop him. "All right, I'm not blaming you. I just want to know whether you're actually treating me to this meal."
"Of course I am! How about tonight? You pick the place, President Jiang. After all, you've helped me get so many chicken dinners—I have to treat you." Hu Ge agreed readily.
Mentioning chicken dinners made both of them