Night fell.
Pinpricks of starlight twinkled in the pitch-black sky.
Xia Qingran sat on the rooftop wall with a lollipop in her mouth, gazing up at the stars as her long, bare legs swung idly.
A figure leaped straight up from below.
"What are you doing here, senior?" Zhou Fan asked curiously.
He had only noticed she was up here after spotting her dangling feet from below.
"Can't you tell I'm feeling melancholy?"
"I'm contemplating the true essence of life, the meaning of our existence. Why do we live?" Xia Qingran looked melancholy, her ice-blue eyes holding a loneliness she had no one to share with.
Zhou Fan blinked. "Senior, have you entered sage mode?"
"What's sage mode?" Xia Qingran asked, puzzled.
"It's when you've done something that takes a lot out of you, and suddenly you feel exhausted, body and soul, like nothing in the world matters anymore."
"Oh, then I must be in sage mode. I really have been feeling physically and mentally exhausted lately," Xia Qingran said.
"So, how many games in a row did you lose today?"
Zhou Fan had hit a sore spot. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, Xia Qingran burst into a furious rant.
"Ten losses in a row!"
"Ten straight losses!!"
"Are there even any real players in this game?! Every enemy's a god-tier booster, and every teammate's a dumb f*ck!"
Zhou Fan had known it. Losing games was the only thing that could make Xia Qingran melancholy.
"That's what you get for sneaking off to play without me. You wouldn't have lost if you'd invited me."
"I'm so pissed off!" Xia Qingran's chest kept heaving, her full breasts rising and falling like waves.
"All right, it's only ten losses in a row."
"Log in! I'll help you win