Yan Yu arrived in the living room and saw the men enthusiastically yelling and cheering as they played FIFA.
The leader was still Li Zhaojiang, who was furiously pressing buttons on the controller, his body leaning forward with the movements of the game character, as if trying to awaken some hidden motion sensor in the TV.
Yan Yu was somewhat speechless. When I left, everyone was gaming, and now both your sister and I have met the parents. It's been so long that even Lin Ning has started to sense that something is off—yet here you are, still gaming!
Forget it, I'll say no more. I was young once, too; I understand.
In his previous life, Yan Yu indeed spent some time gaming during his university days and early years of work.
But later, when he became an ordinary cultivator, those games of fighting and killing lost all their thrill for him—it all seemed so fake.
In the end, games are just a simplified sandbox, created for those who lack excitement in reality.