When Carla arrived home, the living room was brightly lit. Someone was sitting there.
She was a little puzzled. As she got closer, she saw his fingers moving quickly across his phone screen, muttering to himself. A strange voice came from the phone.
"Damn, Kendrick, you're awesome! A 1v4 solo kill!"
"Did Kendrick eat explosives? Why is he so fired up today? Luckily, I'm not on the other side!"
"Shouldn't Kendrick find a woman to vent his anger? Hahahahaha!"
Kendrick sneered, "Shut up, a chicken pecking at rice on a phone could play better than you. You can't even lie down properly. One more word and I'll sew your mouths shut."
Carla caught a glimpse of the victory screen. Kendrick tossed his phone aside, and leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head.
"Kendrick," Carla spoke so
