"Come on, drink!"
"No, no, I'm dizzy."
"Hey, what do you mean by this? Are you tricking me? Fine, I'll drink two cups, and you drink one, how about that?"
"Really can't drink, I feel like throwing up."
"Tsk, here we go again..."
"I'll go to the restroom."
"Alright, alright."
"Creaaak... thud, thud, thud..."
The footstep sounds gradually faded away, and the headphones were filled with the monotonous, subtle sound of chewing.
Qian Jiangyue pressed the right arrow key on the small keyboard, fast-forwarding the recording.
"Why hasn't he come out yet? Thud, thud."
"Wang Gang, Wang Gang!"
"Bang, bang, bang, Wang Gang? Are you inside? Did you sneak away?"
"Creak!"
"Ah! Ah, what the hell is this? Damn!"
"..."
"..."
Qian Jiangyue moved the mouse, and after confirming there were no suspicious sounds, pressed pause, then switched to the table interface.
