"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"
The mobile phone was vibrating non-stop, seriously disrupting the peace of a good dream.
Ivan Ivanov, in the middle of a dream, tried to ignore the sound while his head was under the covers, but the vibration of his mobile had no intention of stopping.
Even if the call was disconnected after exceeding the time limit, it would ring again the next second, continuing to make a ruckus next to his head.
Ivan opened his eyes in pain, glanced at the clock on the bedside table pointing at 5:15 in the morning, and answered the phone in a terrible mood:
"Hello, who is this?"
You'd better have something important!
"'Dark Soul' is on sale!"
Ivan was so shocked that he took his phone away, saw that the caller was his loyal fan, and so he tried to make his tone softer—
"Ah, did your home just get internet?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" The fan was a bit confused.
"I knew two hours ago! It was an April Fool's joke, Cloud Dream was messing around, and you fell for it."