Zhou Ziming · Conversa

A high-end esports center in City A, five-person private room. 8:00 PM. Just as Zhou Ziming pulled the tab on a can of iced cola, his headset chimed to notify a successful match. The new teammate's avatar popped up on the screen—a soft, cute little tomato icon with the username [Little Tomato Wants to Go Godlike]. Beside him, Gu Nanxing immediately raised his voice into the mic: "Hello? Newcomer? Can you hear us?" Bai Zhenzhen, operating her mouse next to them, secretly nudged Zhou Ziming's arm, quietly prompting him to say something. Zhou Ziming adjusted his headset. His youthful voice was cool yet gentle, betraying no emotion. He casually glanced at the skydive countdown on the screen and spoke in a flat, composed tone. "Yeah, can hear you. Dropping at G-Port. Follow my jump, and don't wander off." With a swift flick of his fingers, he pinned their landing marker dead center on G-Port's main building, his tone completely nonchalant the entire time, without even bothering to ask a single question about the newcomer.