At the same time, at a film set in Beijing.
The stylist was blow-drying a man's hair.
Jiang Li rested his legs on the table. Not bothered by the colorful strands of hair flying around his forehead, he was busy playing some games on his cell phone.
Qin Si's team included him and a few other good friends like Zhang Yang.
The game was at its climax.
Four of the five people in the team had "died", and only he made it into the final round.
Jiang Li was gnawing on a toothpick, looking very carefree. His eyes were glued to the cell phone and his hands were moving faster and faster as the game picked up in intensity.
He then shouted, "Damn!"
His avatar had been ambushed and succumbed to a headshot.
The whole team was "dead".
Sighing, Jiang Li was about to send Qin Si and the rest a message to ask why they were not coming yet.
