Yun Yue still went to Yunhua District for dinner in the afternoon.
She watched Feng Ye, whose lips curled up almost crazily. The bug had been fixed; it was useless no matter how many thousands of versions he released. He wanted to earn points by playing himself!
Or, there was another way; maybe she could spare him some.
"Black Alliance, right? Wait till I get back to Beijing, and I will meet with you baldies!" He clutched his hair, angrily shut down the computer.
Yun Yue sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, giving him a disdainful glance like an elder.
Who told him that all computer players were bald?
Whether the people of Black Alliance were bald, she did not know, but her own hair was quite abundant.
**
"Sister Jing, she gets picked up and dropped off daily; it's hard for us to lay hands on her." A crew-cut man squatted under a telephone pole at the entrance of First Middle School, holding a phone, his thieving eyes continuously watching the high school girls passing by.
