<h4>Chapter 4147: The Other Side 116</h4>


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    Gong Fan had been acting really strange recently.


    It was hard to pinpoint the strangeness, but he was sleeping longer and the time that he was physically awake was getting shorter. It was as if he was on the verge of disappearing.


    Youyou found that odd. He had made no effort to suppress him. However, the timing of Gong Fan’s manifestation was bing increasingly unpredictable. The boy did not know what had happened to make him like this.


    “Gong Fan hasn’t been online for a long time.” Little Yichenmented to Youyou as he sprawled on the bed, propping his chin up with his hands. “So much so that I no longer have anyone to y games with.”


    The boy had recently be obsessed with a game simr to one of those FPS shooting games. The boy had forgotten exactly what the name was, but the game seemed to be set on a deserted ind. A hundred yers would parachute onto that ind. There were all kinds of transportation and firearms and explosives on the ind. The yer who survived to the end would receive supreme glory.


    Gong Fan had been the first to y this game. Later on, Little Yichen followed suit and began to partner up with Gong Jie. After a while, Gong Jie found the boy clumsy. Despite the boy’s excellent marksmanship in real life, he was a total fraud when ying the game.


    This game was not something that could be yed well simply by having a high level of marksmanship. The most important thing was to have dynamic vision, insight, and even sharp hearing.


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    The opponent could be hiding in a corner or on the roof, or behind the sofa… The one who discovered the enemy first had a chance of winning.


    Gong Jie didn’t want to y with the boy, so he made the excuse that he only wanted to y four-by-four, and he’d y if the boy could make up a team of four.


    The boy pestered his father and Gong Fan to join the game. Gong Fan didn’t y much, and Gong Jie couldn’t y online all the time because of work. Hence, when Gong Fan was around, Little Yichen would partner up with him. When Gong Fan was not around, he would pester Mu Yazhe to y with him.


    Gong Fan yed this game surprisingly well. Most importantly, he was patient and calm. When he was calm, he could hunt down his opponents with grace andposure. Little Yichen enjoyed ying with him.


    Gong Fan had astonishing insight. Once he discovered the enemy, he would urately report their location to Little Yichen. Therefore, as long as Gong Fan was around, Little Yichen would not hesitate to abandon Mu Yazhe and Gong Jie and cling to his brother.


    However, Gong Fan had been “offline” for a while, hence Little Yichen grumbled a little. Not being able to y games was a small matter, but Little Yichen was also vaguely worried that Gong Fan was in some sort of trouble.


    Youyou saw that Little Yichen was lying in bed, bored out of his mind, staring at the screen of his phone with his lips pursed. On the screen was a chart of the results. He had just lost the game and was feeling disappointed. Overall he was just in a foul mood.


    Youyou was speechless. “I see you’ve been addicted to gamestely. Mommy says she’s going to consider disconnecting you if you keep this up.”


    “It’s impossible to disconnect. Unless, of course, she cuts off the entire family’s ess.”


    “It may be impossible to cut off the Inte, but not impossible to confiscate a cell phone.”


    Little Yichen nced at him, opened and shut his mouth several times, then fell silent.


    Youyou snorted. Obviously the boy had questions. “You seem to have something to say.”


    “Youyou, do you think… Gong Fan…”