Encountering a Thunderstorm at Sea

Monkey looked surprised. "What do you mean?"

Chun Lei looked as the girl sat cross-legged and took out an ultra-thin laptop from her shoulder bag. Then, she placed it on her lap and started typing away—her hand speed was smooth and unrestrained.

"She took out a computer from her shoulder bag. She's taken it out now. I think she's playing—" she spoke intermittently, mainly in disbelief.

The others were silent for a moment before someone suggested, "There doesn't seem to be a network in this sea area."

The deep sea was not covered. It was endless.

The network signal here was so bad that it was equivalent to having no signal.

But Qiao Nian was using the computer here?

What was she doing with it?

Playing Tetris?

"Sometimes, I like to bring a tablet to play card games," Monkey said, forcibly explaining Qiao Nian's actions.

The others ignored him and stared at the girl, wishing they could see what she was doing.