Amadeus Yancey never touches offal; last ti we went to eat spicy hotpot, he didn’t even add duck blood, but now he turned his head, looking very calm, and said to Alfred Garland, "Serve a bowl."
Seeing the determination on the boss’s face, Alfred Garland didn’t say anything else and silently dished him a bowl from the thermal container.
Nathalie Quinlan had just entered the ga; she changed her pose, draping her long legs over the side, resting her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, propping up her chin, and refocused her attention on her phone.
She had just entered the ga.
A team invitation notification popped up on her screen.
Nathalie Quinlan saw the na, "Raise Your Submachine Gun", an ID that seed familiar. She thought for a mont before rembering it was Sadam Vinson’s gaming ID.
She didn’t accept it; she tapped on decline.
She had just refused the in-ga team invite, the next second she received a WhatsApp ssage from that person.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t like being disturbed while playing gas, especially by ssages, but Sadam Vinson was Amadeus Yancey’s friend, so she thought about it and still temporarily exited the ga interface, tolerating it long enough to open WhatsApp.
Sadam Vinson’s ssage was at the top.
Three ssages.
Nathalie opened them.
[Nathalie, are you playing the ga? Why not join the team?]
[Co play with us, I’m free right now, I’ll take you to win~!]
[Was it a slip of the finger? I received a notification that you declined the team invite. I’ll add you again, co quickly. Govert Griffin is also here, along with two other friends, so with you, we have five people for a squad match to win the chicken dinner.]
Nathalie Quinlan originally had no intention of joining them, and even less so when she heard that strangers would be involved. She replied to the ssage with lowered eyes and a casual tone.
[QN: I’m only playing one round and then I’m off. Let’s not this ti; we can make plans again later.]
Quite decisive.
Concise and to the point.
No beating around the bush.
Sadam Vinson was probably holding his phone and watching; as soon as she sent her ssage, his nickna changed to "typing".
It wasn’t long before Sadam Vinson’s new ssage ca in.
He wasn’t clinging.
[Alright, then next ti. I was thinking it’d be perfect since I saw you online. You had so good moves last ti. Do you play PC gas? I’ll take you soti, it’s much more fun than mobile gas.]
Nathalie Quinlan occasionally played gas, not many though.
But she had played and had accounts in basically all the popular gas nowadays. Before she transferred to McKinney No. 1 Middle School, she had more ti and thus spent more ti playing gas.
Since her fallout with the Quinlan family and after transferring schools, she got busier and hadn’t touched anything for entertainnt in a long ti.
It was just recently, at Shawn Norton’s birthday party, that she played gas for the first ti in a very long ti.
But gas are truly addictive; once you play them again, it’s hard to resist the itch.
Nathalie Quinlan, with drooping eyelashes, replied to his question, then stopped looking at WhatsApp ssages and re-entered the ga, starting a match on her own.
Playing by herself, Nathalie Quinlan enjoyed the ga thoroughly.
Her fingers moved fluidly as she controlled her character, kicking down doors, changing guns, looting, driving, finding angles to snipe – the whole process was seamless, without a hitch, and in the end, the others in her team literally lay back and won the ga.
As one round finished, soone invited her for a duo match.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t accept any, hitting decline on all of them.
Before she could exit the ga, Shawn Norton’s phone call ca through.
Nathalie Quinlan quit the ga annoyed, picked up the call, placing the phone to her ear. As she had just played a round, her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of nasal tone, "Hello?"
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