Night, a biting cold night.
Xue Chuchu was playing games at Tongtong's house until 11 PM, then pushed the door open and left.
Jiang Ning checked Chuchu's game history and the stats were dreadful, all 1-5, 1-6. Ridiculously, despite such poor performance, they were all winning streaks.
The credit, of course, goes to the invincible Tongtong.
Tongtong sat on the throne, her little face serious, continuing to battle alone.
Jiang Ning got up and walked over to her. Tongtong, engrossed in her game, seemed to sense a strange aura. She turned and glared at Jiang Ning, her eyes wary: "What?"
Jiang Ning raised his half-up hand and slowly lowered it; he wasn't really a bully.
"Want some pomelo?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Yes!"
Jiang Ning fed her a piece of pomelo, then turned back. The phone screen on the sofa was lit up; it was a message from Chuchu.
Jiang Ning pondered: 'Messaging me behind Tongtong's back?'
