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Chapter 4: Wanting to Take the Old Man as a Teacher

"Excuse me, sir, what kind of phone are you looking to buy? We have special models for seniors that are not only loud but also equipped with a one-button emergency call feature..."

The young female salesperson continued to introduce the products to James.

James looked at the display phones in the counter.

Compared to ten years from now, the phones at this time seemed incredibly outdated to him.

Even the most expensive models, in his eyes, lacked sufficient performance.

The salesperson leaned in and asked James, "Sir, are you buying a phone for your grandson? Our smartphones are particularly advanced, but they are a bit pricey..."

James sighed, "Which one is the best?"

The salesperson's eyes lit up, thinking this old man was willing to spend money on his grandson!

She carefully took out a phone from the counter: "This iPhone 16 Plus is the one you want!"

"Price: $8,888, top performance. Your grandson will definitely love it!"

James was speechless. Was she really speaking to him like that?

He didn't even have a son; how could he possibly have a grandson?

"I'm using it for myself!"

"Ah?" The salesperson was taken aback. "Will you be able to use it? How about we look at the senior-friendly phones instead?"

"Sure, while that phone might not be pretty, it is durable and has long battery life. The new smartphones may look fancy, but they're not user-friendly."

James...

"Are you making puns with me?"

The salesperson quickly denied that.

She was genuinely concerned that James wouldn't be able to use the smartphone and didn't want to sell him a phone that would frustrate him later.

James was put off, feeling insulted; being asked if he could operate a smartphone felt akin to asking if he could eat.

As he turned on the phone screen, he saw the League of Legends app already downloaded on it.

He immediately decided, "This is the one!"

Pulling out his bank card, he handed it to the salesperson, "Go ahead and process the payment; I want this one."

It was the first time the salesperson had encountered an older customer who was so decisive about a purchase.

Usually, elderly customers would haggle over a lesser-priced phone for an entire day.

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment." The salesperson went to process the card.

James tapped on the League of Legends icon, and the nostalgic sound effects filled the air.

He tilted his head back and took a deep breath, "It's all back!"

At that moment, two young people beside him selecting phones heard the game sound.

Seeing a smartphone making noise in the hands of a man in his sixties, the two exchanged surprised glances.

"Maybe he's buying it for his kids."

"Yeah, right? League of Legends is the latest game; there's no way a man this age would play it."

These young men were avid gamers, planning to build their own team to compete professionally.

They had come to buy phones to practice their games.

As they chatted, the sounds from James's phone continued.

"Triple kill!"

"Quadra kill!"

"Pentakill!"

The two young men stared in disbelief at James.

James put down his phone and stretched his hands.

This body really wasn't up to par; playing for a bit made his hands cramp.

But at least he got the last kill.

Seeing James pick up his phone again, the two young men slowly approached him.

When they noticed his wrinkled hands skillfully controlling the character, they were even more astounded.

"This... this can't be real!"

One of them was too stunned to speak, watching James's gameplay in awe, almost forgetting to breathe.

In mere seconds, their perception of the game was shattered; they never knew someone could play like this.

The two watched as James completed a match, while the salesperson returned with the card, choosing not to interrupt.

James pocketed his phone, casually stating, "Not bad; it'll do."

It was then that he noticed the two young men standing behind him, staring wide-eyed.

James grew cautious, "Do you need something?"

Fearing they might want to snatch his new phone, he was vigilant.

In this day and age, an $8,000 phone wasn't the same as one from ten years later.

One of the young men spoke up, "Sir, we want to take you as our teacher!"

James was dumbfounded.

"Take me as your teacher? What's there to learn? Gaming?"

The two nodded vigorously, "Sir, your skills are incredible; please teach us!"

James put away his bank card and phone, speaking earnestly, "Young men, focus on your studies, and play less on your phones! Can you get into college by just playing games?"

After saying that, he waved goodbye to the salesperson and left the store.

However, the two young men were relentless, persistently following him.

"Sir, just teach us! We're college students at Fanghai University..."

James paused to consider. Fanghai University was the best university in the province, and getting accepted there was very challenging.

James replied, "That makes it even less likely I'll teach you."

"Why not?" The two young men were puzzled.

James wouldn't admit it, but he found it frustrating that these guys who studied hard were also good at gaming.

Why? They got to play games while still acing their exams!

"It's not up for discussion; I just don't want to teach you!" After that, he resumed walking toward home.

The two young men persisted and followed closely behind.

Just then, a police car stopped by the roadside.

Janet stepped out, "Uncle James, what are you doing here? You should be at home resting if you're not feeling well."

James pointed at the two young men pestering him, "You arrived just in time; can you help chase them off?"

Seeing Janet's uniform, the two young men felt a bit intimidated.

Janet was puzzled, wondering why these guys were trailing James.

"What's going on with you two?"

The young men replied honestly, "We want to take this old man as our teacher."

Janet's face was filled with confusion. James didn't have long left to live, yet they wanted to learn from him?

Was he some sort of intangible cultural heritage representative?

Curious, she asked, "So what do you want to learn?"

"Gaming!" they both said in unison.

Janet was taken aback for a few seconds. Learning to game from Uncle James? How did that even make sense?

"That's true!" One of the young men, worried Janet wouldn't believe them, hastily replied, "We're being serious!"

Janet frowned, "Regardless of whether you're serious or not, you're causing a disturbance for James, so you need to leave right now. If not, I'll have to take you in for questioning!"

Although she was about the same age as them, her tone commanded an intense presence.

The two young men hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, we're leaving."

They walked away reluctantly, glancing back every now and then.

After watching them leave, Janet said, "Uncle James, get in the car; I'll give you a ride back."

It was James's first time riding in a police car, and it felt surprisingly good.

The car held just him and Janet, and James asked, "Do you know where Shirley works?"

Janet knew about Shirley being two months behind on rent.

She thought to herself how intense James was, wanting to head off to collect rent even when his days were numbered.

"Sir, just go home for now; I'll help you get your rent tonight; I'll definitely get it for you." Janet intended to ease James's worries.

James replied, "No, I want to support her in her work."

Janet nearly crashed the car into the barrier. Once she straightened the vehicle, she asked, "Uncle James, do you know what Shirley does at the bar?"

James replied, "Isn't it just singing along, chatting, drinking, and letting people take advantage?"

Janet rolled her eyes, "You seem to know quite a bit about it, Uncle James. You're not having thoughts about that, are you?"

James had almost forgotten Janet's identity as a police officer. He cleared his throat and said, "Of course not; I just learned it from watching TV. Just tell me what the place is called."

Janet replied seriously, "The city is currently cracking down on vice, so please be cautious, and don't let your reputation go to waste!"