The blond, blue-eyed boy stopped at the door of the detention room, head down, focused on fiddling with his gaming device.
A jazz-tuned battle music resonated from the palm-sized PSP in his hand, filling the detention room.
"Ha, not talking to ? Fine, I won’t talk to you either."
Ji Minghuan murmured softly, propping his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his right hand, and stifled a yawn.
Just by listening to the ga’s background music, he knew that Mario was playing the fifth installnt of the "Persona" series.
After a while, Mario finally looked up from the PSP console.
He glanced at Ji Minghuan as if assessing an NPC at the village gate in an online ga, then walked over and rudely pulled a chair to sit down.
"Is this your house or mine?" Ji Minghuan frowned, "Where are your manners? At least let play with the ga console for a bit, truly uncultured."
"...So your na is Sun Changkong?" Mario suddenly said.
He paused, mimicking the provocative tone Ji Minghuan used earlier, and replied softly, "Did you pay royalties to the author of ’Journey to the West’ for that na?"
"No, my na is actually ’Kong Youling’."
Ji Minghuan shook his head, earnestly explaining, "And ’Journey to the West’ is from so many years ago, it’s long past the ti when you need to pay royalties. Even if you’re an internet gaming addict, you should have so common sense, right?"
"Oh," Mario said unemotionally, "Kong Youling, your na sounds like a girl’s."
"And you’re saying ’Sun Changkong’ doesn’t sound like a girl’s?"
"Sounds like a monkey."
"Well said! I’ll relay that feedback to her exactly as it is."
Ji Minghuan clapped his hands, lips curling upwards, and then glanced at the console screen. As expected, Mario was playing "Persona 5 Royal Edition."
He thought for a mont, then asked, "Why is your na Mario if you’re playing on Sony’s PSP? Aren’t you being unfair to Nintendo’s cultivation?"
Saying this, Ji Minghuan suddenly slamd the table like a lawyer in court, then said with a straight face:
"Stop pretending, kid. Take out your Switch already! We can play ’Mario Party’ together; I’m okay with ’Kirby Star Allies’; calling a truce ans trying ’It Takes Two’ or so third-party gas."
"I just love playing PSP," Mario said expressionlessly, "Nintendo’s gas aren’t fun, too childish—can’t even compare to 4399."
"Zelda is the best in the world."
"Not even a hair compared to P5R."
Ji Minghuan sighed, tilting his head, "Forget it, I won’t argue with you. Actually, I haven’t played any. I’m a poor kid, no ga consoles in the Welfare Institute."
"Obviously."
Hearing this, Ji Minghuan was montarily stunned, then a taphorical vein popped on his forehead.
He said, "What are you so smug about? When I destroy the world in the future, the first thing I’ll do is smash all your beloved Sony factories, leaving only Nintendo’s to let Nintendo consoles dominate the Earth!"
Just as he finished speaking, the ntor’s stern voice slowly erged from the penguin-like intercom on the ceiling:
"Ji Minghuan, please watch your words. This is the second warning, third tis a charm... If you make similar remarks again, we’ll punish you with five days of solitary confinent, during which you won’t be allowed to see or interact with other kids."
"Tch... it was just a joke. Do you have to be so strict about it? You Salvation Society people, seriously."
With that, Ji Minghuan indifferently clicked his tongue, shifted his gaze as he rested his face on his palm.
"Then go ahead and destroy it. I’d rather the world end sooner," Mario suddenly said.
Ji Minghuan was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself that those addicted to the internet were indeed weary of the world.
After a long silence, he said, "Actually, my na is ’Ji Minghuan,’ how about you? Mario can’t be your real na, right?"
"What are you talking about? My real na is indeed ’Mario’."
The blond, blue-eyed boy rubbed his dark circles, unconcernedly speaking. His response always seed a beat slower.
"I heard you’re an Exorcist?"
"Yes."
"Wait, the PSP you’re holding isn’t your Celestial Driver, is it?"
"No."
"Oh, then where’s your Celestial Driver?"
"Don’t even think about it..." Mario said without lifting his head, "It can’t be used right now, even if it could, it would just electrocute ."
Hearing this, Ji Minghuan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, thinking: "Not only Superpower Users, but the Salvation Society even knows how to suppress Exorcists from summoning their ’Celestial Driver’?"
He asked again, "How did you end up here?"
"How about you?"
"I fell asleep in the Welfare Institute, and when I woke up, I found myself already here," Ji Minghuan spread his hands, "Salvation Society, magical, isn’t it?"
"I was in a classroom at the ti."
"Classroom?"
"At that ti, so classmates were kicking my head, trying to smash my ga console," Mario said slowly, "My Celestial Driver awakened, and I had an extra ga console in my hand. I was playing a shooting ga at the ti, so I pulled them all into a shooting ga and headshot each of them."
Ji Minghuan was stunned for quite a while, then said, "Impressive, but don’t suddenly pull into ’Persona’ while playing and then shout ’Persona,’ using your persona mask to beat up."
"I can’t do that kind of thing."
"Why not?"
"I can only pull people into simple gas."
"Have you ever thought of pulling the ntor into a shooting ga?"
Mario remained silent.
The ntor’s voice rang again from the penguin head device: "Ji Minghuan..."
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