Among the four, Nathalie Quinlan was the calst. Ever since she ca in, she found a spot in the corner, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
She leaned back, found the most comfortable position to relax in, and lowered her duckbill cap. She only said thanks to Wincent Sullivan when he poured her water. Otherwise, she didn’t participate in the discussion with the other three. Her expression was calm, as she took out her phone, opened a ga, and prepared to play.
Before Nathalie started playing the ga, she noticed an unread ssage.
Her pale fingertips tapped to open the unread ssage.
It was still a ssage from Greenie.
But it was sent after she went offline yesterday by Greenie.
Nathalie looked down, lowering her head to read.
[Greenie: Then let know when you are free to et .]
Nathalie furrowed her brows, seemingly not expecting the other person to insist on eting.
She tapped her phone screen repeatedly, typed a few words, thought it over, and then decided against it, simply deleting them and choosing not to reply to the ssage for now.
Just at that mont, the ga was about to start.
Nathalie casually stretched out her leg and focused her attention on the mobile ga.
The quiet lounge was filled with the sound of ga effects ringing.
Wincent Sullivan, Agnes Baker, and others were originally feeling quite low, but upon hearing the ga sounds, the three of them were montarily stunned and then realized it was Nathalie playing the ga.
The girl crossed her legs, with a striking face showing the wild and reckless spirit of youth, seemingly unconcerned about the predicant they were facing.
Her laid-back and relaxed deanor swept over them like a breeze, soothing the uneasy feeling in their hearts.
Wincent Sullivan’s eyes moved slightly, his normally warm face showing a complex expression. Unable to hold back, he was the first to speak: "Nathalie, aren’t you worried?"
Nathalie was guiding her character in the ga, sniping from the treetop and taking soone down with a shot. She rested her leg casually on the edge of the table, seemingly not worried at all, without lifting her eyelids: "Worried about what?"
Wincent Sullivan was at a loss for words: "I’m worried that from now on... we’ll just be stuck here."
Nathalie continued her gaplay, executing another perfect headshot, then slowly lifted her eyelids to look at him, with an arrogant smirk, yet seeming to be quite reserved, casually replying: "Is worrying useful? If they don’t involve us, we can’t get involved. After all, we only won the privilege to visit, not the official mbership of the 8-level laboratory like them. We just follow what they arrange, and if they don’t, we just wait."
Wincent Sullivan wanted to say more.
"Just wait for arrangents; they won’t leave us hanging forever." Nathalie raised an eyebrow as she said this to him, then looked down again, continuing to play her ga with a careless attitude.
Nathalie’s optimistic attitude seed to affect Agnes Baker, who then took out her phone too, pulling her chair over to ask Nathalie which ga she was playing, saying she wanted to download it as well to team up with Nathalie.
Williansen Barness, on the other hand, told Wincent Sullivan that he still hadn’t finished an experint report and would take this ti to work on it.
Out of the four, three found sothing to do.
Wincent Sullivan also stopped worrying, searched the room, found so paper and a pen, and settled down to start noting so details he didn’t understand from Nathalie’s Super Algorithm...
*
Ti ticked by.
At three in the afternoon, Harvey Cadorette finally finished his work.
Soone next to him suddenly ntioned: "Harvey, those rookies wouldn’t still be waiting in the lounge, would they?"
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