Wei Yidong fell silent for a second.
Though his emotions had become disjointed, he still suddenly pointed at Lu Xiu and forced out a curse. "Do you know how many times I died in your dungeon?! Is that [Resident Evil] dungeon even made for people to play?! Is that [Sekiro] dungeon even made for people to play?! Infantry fighting cavalry—is that something a human could come up with?! What the hell is that Chained Ogre?! Did you ever consider the players' feelings when designing your dungeon?!"
"You—"
"Wei Yidong."
Yan Fushou's voice was not loud, but it was enough to make Wei Yidong shut his mouth.
Wei Yidong turned to glance at Yan Fushou, then looked back at Lu Xiu. His chest heaved violently, but he had no idea what else to say.
Mainly, he had not expected Lu Xiu to look like this... He had prepared a whole stomachful of crude insults, yet none of them had been useful.
He was furious. If he had been facing a middle-aged man, he could have pointed at his nose and cursed him for three days and three nights without repeating himself.
But using crude language against a girl...
Wei Yidong might be chuunibyou, might have a sharp tongue, and might often get chewed out by Yan Fushou, but he at least knew that would be incredibly low-class.
So all those carefully prepared vulgar insults were now stuck in his throat, neither able to rise nor fall.
His face turned red from holding them in.
Lu Xiu looked at the emotionally agitated youth. She wanted to say something, but she did not know what.
Say that dungeons were just like this? That seemed like asking to be punched.
Say that he should practice more? That seemed even more punchable.
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