September 19, 1858: Very happy. I've decided that I should love, I should work! That's it.
September 20, 1858, very tired. I don't want to love anymore, nor do I want to work.
——Lev Tolstoy.
As Fang Huai left the microcomputer room, he couldn't help but think of Elder Tolstoy's words.
There was even a sentence from Elder Mr. Yu Hua in "Crying in the Drizzling Rain" that also seemed to resonate with his mood quite well.
"Heavenly Father, unload on me, fuck me to death."
I've never seen such a noob before.
How did Ye Jiahong manage to be so bad at the game and yet look down on everything, thinking he was playing at a high level?
Damn, Zhao Jinchen on the other side was already low on health as the jungler, and he went up close, used his ultimate, and tried to steal a monster.
And he didn't even get it!
He let the enemy get away using their abilities, and had the gall to say, "Sorry, I was just about to take both the jungle monster and the kill to suppress their economy."