"So boring~"
Chaichai, utterly bored, tossed aside the game controller, leaned back, and sank into the beanbag chair.
"What's wrong now?"
Li Ang, sitting behind a table studying a semiconductor chip, lifted his head and glanced at her.
"The current video games lack challenge, it's a loneliness like snow."
Chaichai shook her head, stretched her arms behind her head, adjusting her posture on the beanbag chair.
Li Ang glanced at the "You Have Died" message on the TV's black-and-white screen, then continued to study the chip, saying casually, "If you were lonely like snow, how did you die?"
"Because the opponents are all dumb AI, there's no thrill of slaughter."
Chaichai pursed her lips and said, "The American financial market has completely collapsed now, so many game companies have shut down.
Although some electronic tech-type equipment props in battlefield games can help ordinary people quickly develop large games,
no one plays them,
