Don’t Play with Fire

Gu Nianzhi slumped into the white computer chair in her bedroom. She felt like she was about to collapse.

It was as if she had just come out of a tough battle. Her state of mind was erratic, and even the focus of her eyes was blurry.

This time, she had been in charge from the beginning to the end, and she had been dealing with countless internet trolls by herself.

Although it was no more difficult than the internal network of the German Gestapo, it was much more intense.

To Gu Nianzhi, dealing with people was always more tiring than dealing with computers.

She had just closed her eyes to clear her mind and rest for a while when her phone rang.

Gu Nianzhi didn't even open her eyes. She fumbled for her phone and nonchalantly swiped at the screen.

The call went through. She put it to her ear and softly said, "Hello? "

It was He Zhichu calling.