At this moment, Xia Fangran was holding his phone, head down, tapping at the screen. Over the course of one night, he had transformed from a middle-aged man who struggled just to type into a rapid-fire contender who could spit three insults a second.
When it came to typing speed, Xia Fangran was exceptionally talented! After all, he was from a Soul School. His physical conditioning was extremely high, so he learned everything quickly, uh...
Rong Taotao couldn't help but feel this was all his fault. He never should have opened the door to a new world for Xia Fangran.
And now, Xia Fangran was hopelessly addicted to the internet.
Rong Taotao held back for as long as he could, but finally spoke up. "Let's go, Coach Xia. The drawing ceremony is about to start. Ms. Yang told us to go next door."
"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Xia Fangran answered absently, slipping on his flip-flops. He headed for the door, his head still bowed as he argued with netizens.
