The small office had no windows, relying solely on the ceiling light for illumination.
Zhang Yuan sat in front of a desk, watching the computer, streaming live, his facial features stiff.
The viewers in the bullet comments noticed something was off.
[Why does the streamer look paralyzed?]
[Could he have been poisoned?]
[Cursed?]
[Streamer, say something, are you alright?]
Zhang Yuan glanced at the camera.
"Nothing... nothing's wrong."
He just felt awkward.
At this moment, on the corner of his desk, crouched a cricket. A green cricket, about the size of a peanut, which seemed like an ordinary cricket from the park grass. However, this cricket seemed a bit sinister, and Zhang Yuan felt as if he was being intently watched by it!
He turned his head to look behind him and saw a fiery red fox!
A chubby, fiery red fox, crouching on the chair, with its hands behind its back, flaunting its plump belly, squinting its eyes, watching him intently.
