Hoberge and Wei Taiqiang and others took their e-sports players to hunt because they knew that if they didn't hunt, they would feel that they were stupid.

In the eyes of these people, if they stay in Internet cafes and houses, if they only play e-sports, they will go crazy.

So, these people started hunting, and these people were thinking about how to say sarcastic words and how to make people happy.

Tu Tuqiao also violated these people. Although Tu Tuqiao asked others to only play e-sports, he would relax in different ways.

He was unsure of his mind, but I must lie down. Nastaxia brought a glass of vinegar, and I soaked it with a towel and applied it to his head. Then Nastaxia stood on a slap and lit a magic lamp in front of the statue in the corner of the house. I noticed this incident in surprise; I had never seen such a magic lamp before, but now it suddenly appeared.

"As soon as they left, I'll set it up," Stepan Trofimovich murmured, "As long as there is such a thing in your room, when they come to arrest you, it will leave an impression on them, and they will definitely report it, saying that they have seen it..."

Nastaxia lit the magic lamp, then stood at the door, held her chin with her right hand, and began to look at him with a sad expression.

"You have to find an excuse to send her away," he nodded to me from the sofa. "I can't stand this Russian mercy, and secondly, it bore me."

But she walked away automatically. I noticed that he had been looking carefully at the door and listening to the movements in the hall.

"Look, you must be prepared," he glanced at me meaningfully, "Every moment... they will come to catch people, drink it - the person will disappear!"

"Oh my God! Who will come? Who will catch you?"

"Look, my dear, when he left, I asked him directly: What will they do to me now?"

"You might as well ask them that they will send you to

"What can we talk about 'forgiveness'! Where did you start? What did you do? Please believe that you did not do anything!"

"What do you mean? I've been... dear... they will think of everything... if they get nothing, it's worse," he added unexpectedly.

"Why is it worse?"

"It'll be worse."

"I do not understand."

"This thing started in Petersburg, and she and I thought of having a publication there. The roots were here. When we slipped away, they forgot us, but now they remembered it. Dear, dear, don't you know!" He cried in pain, "They will come to capture us, let us sit in a carriage and send us to Siberia for life, or forget us in the cell..."

He suddenly cried, and tears rolled and burst into his eyes. He covered his eyes with his red silk handkerchief, and cried loudly, thrusting for five or six minutes. I was tightened all over. This man had been our prophet, our preacher, our mentor, our mentor, elder, and a Kukolinik who was so noble and solemn before us. We bowed and honored him so enthusiastically, but now he suddenly cried loudly now.

As he got up, he cried like a little naughty boy waiting for the teacher to get a tree strip and beat him. I couldn't help but feel very pitiful. He obviously believed he would be transported away by a "carriage with a tent", just as he believed I would sit beside him, and that morning, at this moment, he was waiting for the arrival of the carriage, all of which was due to Herzen's writings and a long poem of his own! This total ignorance of daily life is both touching and a bit disgusting.'

Finally he stopped crying, stood up from the sofa, and began to pace the room again, while continuing to talk to me, but kept looking at the window and listening to the movements in the hall. Our conversation was still inconsistent. Everything I enlightened and comforted him did not work at all. He didn't listen to me, but he still needed me to comfort him very much. The reason he kept talking was for this purpose. I could see that he could not let me leave him now, and he would have to stay with him for more than two hours. During the conversation, he recalled that Bullum took away two leaflets he found there.

"Flyer!" I was confused for a moment and screamed in shock, "Are you..."

"Hey, I don't know who secretly put ten copies here," he replied dejectedly (when he talked to me, he was sometimes frustrated and arrogant, sometimes very sad and tolerant). "But I've processed eight copies, and Bullum only got two copies..." He suddenly turned red with anger.

"You have confused me with this group of villains! Do you think I will be mixed with this group of gangsters, this group of anonymous slanderers, my son Peter Stepanovich, and these guys who advocate bad things! Oh my God!"

"Oh, they wouldn't have mistaken you for someone else...but this is nonsense, it's impossible!" I pointed out.

"Do you know," he blurted out suddenly, "I feel that I will create a scandal there at all times. Oh, don't go, don't leave me alone! The road of my life is over today, and I feel this. I, you know, maybe I will pounce on someone there and bite him, just like the lieutenant..."

He looked at me with a strange look—that was terrifying, and at the same time it seemed to make me feel terrified. As time passed and the "carriage with a tent" never appeared, his annoyance about who and what was happening was indeed getting stronger and stronger; he was even angry. Nastaxia came from the kitchen to the hall for something, and suddenly knocked the hanger there down. Stepan Trofimovich shivered and was scared to death in the seat; but when he understood what was going on, he almost screamed at Nastaxia and stomped her back to the kitchen. After a moment, he looked at me desperately and said:

"I'm finished! Dear," he suddenly sat down beside me, staring pitifully into my eyes, "Dear, I'm not afraid of Siberia. I swear to you, I swear to you (tears even seep from his eyes), I'm afraid of another thing..."

I have guessed from his expression that he finally wanted to tell me a very important thing that he had been holding in his heart and never told me.

"I'm afraid of being ugly," he muttered mysteriously.
Chapter completed!