The player named Zheng Xiang did not respond.
Beside the tall, thin girl stood a man in a hoodie. He worked up the courage to reach out and pat Zheng Xiang, and that single touch told him something was wrong-
His muscles were too stiff.
That touch also sent Zheng Xiang toppling straight over, hitting the floor with a thud.
The hoodie man's expression turned grave as he reached out to check Zheng Xiang's pulse. After a long moment, he withdrew his hand and bit his lower lip before announcing:
"He's dead."
"No... that can't be..."
The tall, thin girl covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and anguish-
He had died just because he sat in the wrong seat?
This was not the first time she had faced a teammate's death, but Zheng Xiang had been her teammate back in the beginner zone. They had supported each other all this way, and he had become her most trusted companion.
She had imagined that one day he might die before her eyes, rehearsing the tragedy over and over in her mind to prepare herself. But every scene she imagined had been a grisly spectacle of spraying blood and wounds covering his body. When death actually came, it was so... understated.
A second before Zheng Xiang fell to the floor, she still hadn't believed he was dead.
His corpse's face perfectly preserved the expression he had worn when he sat down. It was utterly ordinary, without the slightest trace of fear or terror. His lips were still half-parted, as though he might speak at any moment.
The tall, thin girl took the blow far harder than she had expected. She stared at her old friend's body on the floor, swaying and nearly falling.
Fortunately, she caught hold of the desk