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Traffic jams are understandable; ten minutes, half an hour, even up to an hour. Zhao Changsheng's patience was wearing thin when his phone rang.
“Zhao Changsheng, where the hell are you? Where are you? Everyone's here except for you!”
“Keep pushing, keep pushing! It's a nightmare on the road. If you’re so capable, why don’t you come clear this road yourself?”
Both of them were the type to explode at the slightest provocation, and soon they were exchanging a series of colorful greetings.
“You bastard!”
“You bastard!”
After dozens of rounds of this back-and-forth, Grandpa raised his hand and slapped Old Zhao on the head. “You bastard! There are so many people in the car; have you finished cursing yet?”
Grandpa didn’t even notice he had misspoken, but Grandma tugged at his thigh and said, “What do you mean by that?”
“Oh dear, what are you doing?”
With a warm smile, Grandma replied, “What do you mean? You bastard!”
Seeing this, I exchanged glances with Ke Hong, both of us struggling to suppress our laughter, our faces turning red.
After another minute, the traffic finally started to move. If it hadn’t, I couldn’t imagine what Zhao Changsheng would have done next.
When we arrived at Ouyang Xiong's house, Ke Hong placed a hat on my head. “You should pay attention to your image; that buzz cut is too ugly. Wear this hat; it looks better.”
It was the first time I had heard a mother call her son ugly.
“Let’s go inside.”
As soon as the door opened, we were greeted by the sound of arguing.
“Lin Mu Xi, how can you be so stupid? Just stab him with the knife!”
“Ah ha! Lin Mu Xi, you're done for! I’m picking up the knife; watch me stab you!”
Without even changing my shoes, I rushed in. What was going on? How did Lin Mu Xi end up fighting with Hu Yao with a knife?
“Stop fighting! Stop it! Quickly!”
Looking up, I saw four of them huddled together with paper notes stuck to their foreheads, playing a game.
“What? How can there be no game sounds while playing? All I hear are their shouts.”
“Zhao Lun, come here! They’re all so bad; I can easily take them down!”
“Kill! Kill! I really want to kill you! You weren’t fighting?”
"What fight? There's no fight at all."
Wang Ju'en had the most notes stuck to her face. She took the game controller from Lin Mu Xi's hands and urged Hu Yao to play another round, thinking we were actually in a fight. Little did she know we were just playing a game.
At that moment, silence spoke louder than words. I really didn't want to say anything; the words "speechless" could have been stamped on my forehead. But I noticed Wang Ju'en was fixated on the big screen, her eyes filled with determination to win. I didn't expect her to be such a gaming addict.
"Fight? I really want to crush those two things of hers," Ouyang Zhirou said, looking at Wang Ju'en's chest with a hint of resentment.
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