And for some reason, it gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
Right, hadn't he often ended up like this in real life too?
"Uh..." Zhou Ye had clearly thought of that as well. He spread his hands. "What else could I do? Same as you—cleaning up messes everywhere."
Yan Xianjue raised a brow. "What do you mean by that?"
Under Ji Xi's encouraging gaze, Zhou Ye silently looked away.
"Hahaha, the barbecue seems to be about ready. Let's head out first."
"Let's go, let's go."
The two classmates who had initially given their game controllers to Yan Xianjue clearly hadn't expected his gaming style to be this bizarre.
How should they put it? There was a certain beauty to disregarding whether his teammates lived or died.
But then again, considering Yan Ci was the one who had brought him into the game, it somehow made sense.
He stayed alone in the corner, quietly chopping vegetables—apparently committed to being useless without getting in anyone's way.
This was a job their group of rich second-generation kids knew well.
For some reason, though, when they looked at Ji Xi now, there was barely any of that top student aura left. Instead, he was brimming with the air of an overworked office drone.
Yan Xianjue was still a little different from Zhou Ye. At least he knew his limits.
One look at Ji Xi's expression told him that this was as much as he could squeeze out of him today. Somewhat regretfully, he put down the controller, stood up, and headed outside.
"Then let's go barbecue. Zhou Ye, did you arrange for a chef?"
Zhou Ye caught up in two strides and walked out shoulder to shoulder with him. "Of course. Did you think I'd dare let you do it yourself?"
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