A Black Swan and Good Intentions

Leaning lightly against the slanting sun, the bright afternoon beneath the vast blue sky quietly slipped away.

The expansive clear sky shifted into the warm orange-red hues of sunset, and enormous Beijing changed its rhythm from the clarity and bustle of daytime. People with free time stepped onto the subway home.

Slanting rays of warm orange light brushed across the pure white floor of The Cabin.

The small square table on the soft carpet, the bright and spacious room, the pothos on the bar counter by the kitchen door swaying in the gently intoxicating breeze, and the wind chimes hanging on the balcony door softly tinkling.

Yet this originally warm and gentle moment was ruined by a complete lack of tact in the Magical Boy base, The Cabin.

"Again! Give me one more chance! Bro, I'll definitely beat you this time!"

"You said the same thing three hours ago! Get the hell away from me, you scrub! Are you trying to make me piss my pants!?"

Fang Ran was hugging Meng Lang's thigh in front of the TV, refusing to let him escape under the excuse of going to the bathroom.

"This time is different! I've got the feel for it now! Give me another chance! Bro, at least let me win once!"

Facing Fang Ran, who had lost more than thirty matches in a row that afternoon yet still clung stubbornly to his pants with an eager look on his face, Meng Lang gripped his belt and shouted at him with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Bullshit! You say that every match! You've supposedly gotten the feel for it over thirty times already! When have you ever pulled off a full combo? Let go already. Fuck! Don't grab my pants!"

Little bro, don't get addicted to fighting games when