Losing the Ability to Move at a Critical Juncture

Long Ahtao’s roommate felt that he was very odd today. Long Ahtao had never missed a single match in all the previous tournaments. He would even save his salary, that little amount he had, to buy tickets for a few days of matches to watch it live. It was rare for Long Ahtao to skip watching the morning match, but the weirdest thing was that he barely replied after hearing the outrageous outcome of that match.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" His roommate finally put down his bucket of snacks and walked to Long Ahtao’s bedside. "The female mutates actually won, did you hear what I said?"

Long Ahtao acknowledged with a soft sound, sounding very sick.

The roommate pulled him over roughly and was taken aback, "You have a fever?"