Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

"Hahahaha! This is hilarious!"

A furry monkey was jumping around in the private room, leaping from chair to table and back again, scratching its ears and cheeks, laughing so hard it almost knocked over the teacups on the table several times.

This monkey is none other than Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago.

He was wearing a gray cloth short-sleeved shirt that he had somehow managed to rip off, and the gold headband on his head gleamed dimly in the candlelight, but that did nothing to stop him from laughing so hard that tears were about to fall.

He pointed at the image of Tang Sanzang sitting on the bed, looking completely dazed, on the screen, panting heavily.

"Look at his expression! Hahaha! He actually believed it! He really thinks he's that young master of the Chen family! It's hilarious!"

The reason he laughed so happily and felt so relieved when he saw Tang Seng in trouble was because just a day earlier, he had been tricked by Tang Seng into wearing that damned golden headband.

He remembers that feeling very clearly.

When Tang Sanzang recited the Tightening-Headband Mantra, he rolled on the ground in pain, smashing three large rocks with his head and even losing his grip on the golden cudgel.

Even when he, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, was captured by Erlang Shen, thrown into the alchemy furnace by Laozi, and imprisoned under the mountain by Buddha for five hundred years during his rampage in the Heavenly Palace, he never begged for mercy.

But he begged for mercy that day.

Just as he was writhing on the ground in pain, Lu Ze and the others arrived.

The gray-haired girl hit Tang Sanzang on the back of the head with a baseball bat, and the headband finally stopped.

Things went much more smoothly after that.

Lu Ze confronted him, revealing their plan: he wanted to replace Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures and seize the merits and fortune of Buddhism.

Having experienced everything that came before.

Sun Wukong had long ago realized that he was no match for those cunning old foxes in the heavens.

So he readily agreed to Lu Ze's plan and asked him to take him away from this world.

Now that he can't outsmart others with his schemes and can't beat Buddha in a fight, he'd better run away as soon as possible than stay in this world and wait to be schemed against.

"I'm talking to you, little girl."

After Sun Wukong finished laughing, he somersaulted to Huohua's side, squatted on the back of the chair, and peered at the screen in front of her.

"Your so-called 'script' is really something else. Tsk tsk, I, Old Sun, have never seen such a funny face!"

Spark did not look up.

She was sitting side by side with Lu Ze, each holding a game controller, and the two characters on the screen were working together to wipe out zombies.

Her fingers flew across the controller buttons, her eyes were glued to the screen, and she gave a perfunctory reply.

"That's right, don't you even know who Director Hua is... Hey hey hey! Little Lu! That's mine! Don't you dare take it!"

"Whoever gets it keeps it."

Lu Ze kept his eyes straight ahead, his fingers moving with perfect precision, and with a sliding tackle, he snatched the item from in front of the Spark character.

"You're despicable!"

"All warfare is based on deception."

Xing sat cross-legged on the chair, watching the two engage in a fierce internal battle with a blank expression, and spoke softly.

"You two hurry up and finish, it's my turn."

Sun Wukong squatted on the back of the chair, his furry head tilting from left to right and then from right to left, watching the two little figures fighting fiercely on the screen with eyes full of novelty.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? Can I, Old Sun, try it out?"

"This is a game console." Spark said without turning around. "We're saving the world. If you want to play, wait until I finish this round."

Spark wasn't exaggerating. This game, developed by Interstellar Peace Corporation, really does have a function that affects reality. Players can deploy a physical body to a post-apocalyptic planet and control that character to save the world.

However, since we can't connect to the internet right now, this function is temporarily unavailable.

"When will you be finished?"

"It'll be here soon."

"How long is 'soon'?"

"Right away, right away!"

"How long is 'soon'?"

"Hey, stop rushing me!" Spark was distracted for a moment, her health bar dropped to zero, and a big "Failure" message popped up.

Spark slowly turned her head, glaring at the innocent-looking Sun Wukong behind her, gritting her teeth.

"...You stinky monkey."

Sun Wukong scratched his head, knowing he was in the wrong, and grinned with a fawning smile.

"Hehe, I promise I won't say a word next time!"

Spark took a deep breath and shoved the handle into Xing's hand.

"You go first."

Then she turned around, crossed her arms, glared at Sun Wukong, and said, "Fine, ask me whatever you want. Don't bother me while I'm playing my game. Otherwise..."

She drew out the last syllable, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, "I'll include you in the script too."

Sun Wukong's intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

He immediately straightened up and held up three fingers: "I, Old Sun, promise I won't bother you anymore!"

Spark snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.