C281 Midfield Fleeting Time

"Kang, wake up."

"Kang Zi, wake up."

"Eh?"

In the small private room of the internet cafe, Du Kang shook his head and looked up.

"Fatty, what's up?" Du Kang rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Yang Zi and the others are here?"

"What else can it be?" The broad-minded and fat teenager wearing a large T-shirt pointed at the screen in front of Du Kang