In the eyes of most ordinary people, money was what drove them forward.
In the eyes of most homebodies, a pentakill was what they pursued day and night.
And in the eyes of most losers, naughty videos and a little slow-motion action with the left hand and the right were what had kept them going all these years.
Before obtaining the Groundhog Phone, Jun Wangchen had essentially worn the label of an ordinary guy, shared a homebody's interests, and lived a loser's life.
After obtaining the Groundhog Phone, everything in Jun Wangchen's life had changed, even improving steadily, but he remained firmly convinced that traditional handiwork must never be abandoned.
Now, a collector's edition photo album of beach beauties was beckoning to him, calling insistently and guiding him toward the gates of that traditional craft.
Perhaps other people saw it as nothing more than pictures of beautiful women, vulgar snapshots of worldly life, but to Jun Wangchen, it was the ultimate way to let off steam on countless lonely nights.
Just imagine: with one hand holding pristine paper harvested from nature's timber and the other gripping a towering behemoth, you could appreciate the album's profound depths while enjoying the quiet night. How wonderful would that be?
His heart brimming with excitement, Jun Wangchen's eyes flashed. He tossed the ball into the air and whipped the racket in his right hand through a sharp arc. Clearly, this shot carried the hopes of all his years of bachelorhood.
Whoosh!
The racket sliced through the air as the ball shot away. Under Jun Wangchen's strike, it hurtled toward Jar No. 59 at lightning speed.
"With that trajectory, it looks like he's going to hit it again!" The surrounding spectators exclaimed in surprise.
This young man had barely been able to hit the ball