What came into Wang Qian and the others' view was a person wearing a beige vest... no, it should be white, but perhaps because it hadn't been washed for a long time, the white had turned light yellow.
His clothes were tattered and filthy; he looked like a beggar.
If it weren't for the fact that his face was firm and still retained a touch of youthful innocence, Wu Yanping and the others would definitely have mistaken him for a slovenly old man.
"Hey, I'm asking you a question."
While Wang Qian and his companions were still in a daze, the man seemed to realize that his appearance was too indecent, and subconsciously shrank back into the house, peeking out and asking, "Why did you come to my house?"
Wu Yanping, Zhong Yiyi, Zhao Kang, and Song Lu did not answer, but instead cast questioning glances at Wang Qian.
Wang Qian understood immediately and said to the disheveled young man, "We're looking for you!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Yanping and the other three were nearly speechless with shock.
Is this what they imagine a genius in the film industry to look like?
An extremely slovenly teenager?
Looking for me?
The boy was also stunned.
After glancing at Wang Qian and his group, the boy asked in surprise, "Do I know you? What do you want with me?"
"Your name is Xiao Huama, right?"
Wang Qian arrived uninvited and walked into the house, saying, "I want to talk to you."
What should we talk about?
Xiao Huama eyed Wang Qian warily. "You know me?"
"You don't know me, but I know you!"
Wang Qian looked around and then sat down on a worn-out sofa next to him.
"But I've never seen you before."
Whether out of wariness or resistance, Xiao Huama remained huddled inside, peeking out half his head to look at Wang Qian, "Who are you?"
"My name is Wang Qian!"
Wang Qian introduced himself and waved, "Come and sit down, I won't eat you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
After a slight hesitation, Xiao Huama seemed to think that Wang Qian really meant no harm, and still timidly walked out of the house.
However, instead of sitting down on the worn-out sofa next to Wang Qian, he stood about two meters away and asked warily, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"You really like games, right?" Wang Qian asked.
How did you know?
Xiao Huama frowned, seemingly a little angry, "It's my business whether I play games or not. I'm an adult now, it's none of your business."
Seeing Xiao Huama's strong reaction, Zhao Kang and the others who followed in exchanged bewildered glances.
Isn't this a talent in the film and television industry?
Not only is he slovenly, but he's also a game addict?
You should know that people who are addicted to games are seen as useless, good-for-nothing, and have no future in everyone's eyes.
The person Wang Qian was looking for was the young man named Xiao Huama standing in front of him.
"I'm not here to interfere with you, don't worry."
Wang Qian hurriedly explained, "I heard you're really good at video games, I just wanted to play a few rounds with you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Huama was stunned.
Wu Yanping and the others next to Wang Qian were also dumbfounded.
If Xiao Huama is truly the film and television genius Wang Qian described, and is now addicted to games, shouldn't we try to persuade him with reason and emotion, hoping he will pull back from the brink and turn back from his misbehavior?
They actually want to play a few games with the other party?
Are you crazy?
"Are you... serious?"
After a brief moment of shock, a look of shame and anger flashed across Xiao Huama's face. "Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me? Or did my parents ask you to use this method to persuade me?"
"I really didn't!"
Wang Qian was both amused and exasperated. "I really wasn't sent by your parents, nor am I here to mock you. I genuinely want to play a few games with you."
Fearing the misunderstanding would deepen, Wang Qian didn't wait for Xiao Huama's reply this time and said again, "I love playing King of Fighters the most. Among all the people I know, no one can beat me."
"The King of Fighters?"
A glint of fanaticism flashed in Xiao Huama's eyes.
However, seeing Wang Qian dressed neatly and presentably, and then looking at his own disheveled appearance, a flash of shame and anger crossed his eyes. "Who exactly are you? I don't even know you. Why are you playing games with me?"
"Can't we play games together if we don't know each other?"
Wang Qian urged, "Hurry up, I heard you're really good at games, so I came here specifically to have a match with you."
He could see that Xiao Huama was very self-conscious, self-blaming, and felt extremely ashamed.
It was in this extreme emotional state that he once fell into a quagmire of self-abandonment from which he could not extricate himself.
Of course, the reason why Xiao Huama became like this is largely due to the other party's parents.
According to Xiao Huama's personal memoir from his previous life, the reason he became self-destructive in his youth was because his parents were too strict and demanding.
Xiao Huama's parents were both intellectuals, and both families were well-off. However, due to incompatibility, they divorced early on and each went out to indulge in pleasure and rarely cared about their son, Xiao Huama.
He even regarded this son as a burden and a disgrace.
Therefore, apart from providing living expenses, the disciplinary methods were extremely harsh, involving either beatings or verbal abuse.
Especially Xiao Huama's mother, who would often bring other men with her and frequently insult Xiao Huama with sarcastic tones.
Influenced by his parents, Xiao Huama developed social anxiety and introversion from a young age.
As an adult, he was also addicted to the game world and unwilling to face the cruel reality.
This is the root cause of Xiao Huama's current disheveled appearance.
However, due to his excessive immersion in games and his own fantasy world, Xiao Huama possesses extraordinary talent in film and television.
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