Whoever can unravel me, see who can

In an internet café, there is someone eating at any given time; There are people sleeping; There will be people playing. Whether it is early in the morning, noon, or late at night, there are some people who can't stand it, and they look at the screen carefully with tired and ungodly eyes, like sages in creation. They are iron men, they can't die if Schwarzenegger dies, they can't stand up if the sages can't stand it, the refugees in Ethiopia don't feel hungry when they feel hungry, the African natives in the desert don't feel thirsty if they are thirsty, they are the embodiment of God, the embodiment of spiritual power.

There are people in the Internet café who are not afraid of sleepiness.

He's playing while you're playing. You're sleeping and he's still playing. When you wake up, he's still playing. When you sleep again, he's still playing.

There are people in the Internet café who are not afraid of the cold.

You still feel cool in a down jacket, but he only wears a thin sweater and rolls up his sleeves. The most rare thing is that they are still red-faced.

There are people in the Internet café who are not afraid of hunger.

It's been 24 hours, and you've eaten two fried cakes, a bottle of beer, five tea eggs, a fried rice, and several bottles of Coke. But he didn't eat anything, but he was more energetic than you.

There are people in the Internet café who are not afraid of getting dirty.

On the table next to his screen was a bowl of instant noodles, with two centimeters of leftover soup in it, which had become a puree with cigarette ash, and you want to spit it out at a glance, but he was still spitting into it with peace of mind.

There are people in the Internet café who are not afraid of sticking.

He has more oil in his hair and face than any of your range hoods, but he still has an innocent smile.

There are people in Internet cafes who don't use metabolism.

It's been a full forty-eight hours, and during this time, not to mention and pee, not even a fart has been released.

There are honest people in the Internet café.

A fat female woman with a pockmarked face, white hair, and buck teeth said to her male netizens: Actually, I'm not very beautiful.

There are hypocrites in Internet cafes.

The netizen sent her a message back: It's okay, I don't pay attention to appearance.

There is an internet café. He played five songs at the same time, played a game of backgammon, played a table of mahjong, played five show hangs, opened four or five star news pages in the background, and played billiards at kele8. The resources of the entire Internet café allow him to account for 70% alone...

There are fools in the Internet café.

Shout: Boss, I'm dead, come and help me take a look.

Which category do you belong to?

I think I'm supposed to be a fool in an internet café