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It's frustrating that I can't keep up with his lightning speed; it's too late now.
Then I heard a snap, and it was sent!
I looked carefully at the chat box: "You are a little hair!"
I was speechless, imagining the expression on the other person's face as if they had just eaten fly droppings.
To be fair, the other person's response was just as quick; with a snap, they deleted it!
"What a straightforward person!"
In front of the screen, only San Tong remained, puffing smoke rings in confusion.
It's not surprising; it's just a normalized operation in a different way...
Watching others invite online friends one by one while San Tong gritted his teeth in frustration was quite something.
In the end, he didn't even know what he was doing wrong.
All I could do was silently murmur to myself: it's all due to the lack of education.
As the old saying goes: "Only when you need knowledge do you regret not having enough; only when you need paper do you realize how thin it is."
It's not that San Tong isn't hardworking; he even thought of looking up words in the dictionary. Can you say he's not ambitious?
Although his cultural level is limited, he must be a young person striving for progress under the red flag, right?
However, his speed of improving his cultural knowledge is far behind the pace of internet development. The total number of characters he knows wouldn't even make up a full deck of Poker cards, which is really frustrating...
Recently, there’s been a trend of using Martian language again, and he can't make heads or tails of those twisted and convoluted symbols...
Every day when he arrives at the internet café, I see San Tong anxiously scratching his head, saying, "What am I going to do?"
When San Tong noticed me staring at him, he smiled and tossed me a cigarette, lighting it up casually.
I thought to myself: Good grief, Hua Zi! I bet this guy isn't up to anything good...
Speaking of San Tong' family, they are quite different from ours; they are really wealthy.
Both of his parents are individual business owners. Although they don't have the stable benefits that parents in the system enjoy, back in those days, they were stuffing real cash into their pockets every day.
While he was strutting around in his Nike shoes, I was still wearing a pair of Kappa shoes that my sister had outgrown and passed down to me.
Seeing me put the cigarette in my mouth, San Tong squinted his little triangular eyes and grinned widely, showing off his teeth that were as white as a blank sheet of paper.
"I say, Comrade Er Tiao, how about two hundred a day? That doesn't include internet fees or freezer money. How about you chat for me at the internet café all summer?"
As soon as I heard it, I exclaimed, "Wow, that's great! Two hundred a day!"
I was so poor back then that I was moved to tears.
"From today on, you are my own brother, and we will be brothers forever." I excitedly clasped my hands with the large 44-sized palm of San Tong.
"Alright, brother. From now on, we'll be in this together."
I moved my chair in front of his computer and stretched my fingers, ready to get started.
His personal information was a complete mess.
If I wanted to package him to look like a decent person, I had to start by changing his username and profile details.
I pointed at his profile and said, "D'Artagnan, take a look at the unfortunate names the boss gave you."
After saying that, I slightly stood up and glanced over at the Internet Cafe Owner to make sure he hadn't heard me before slowly sitting back down.
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