Ma Shicheng was at the internet cafe tonight, having booked an all-night package; he had plenty of time, so he leisurely clicked into the class group chat to check the messages.
During this time, a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old came over with a bucket of noodles.
In the April weather, the girl was dressed lightly, and her features were pretty decent, just that the dark circles under her eyes were slightly noticeable, spoiling her looks a bit.
"Brother Ma, you got another pentakill, eh? You're the most skilled person I've ever seen," the girl complimented him as she gently placed the instant noodles on the table.
It was a beef-flavored instant noodle; the rim of the bucket had a disposable fork piercing through the packaging, securely holding it in place.
"Now when you get a pentakill, our store even gives a free bucket of noodles," the girl said.
Ma Shicheng looked up at her; the girl was an internet cafe manager and was quite popular usually.
