William Thompson thought to himself, come on, your stories are known in every household, of course you wouldn’t abduct decent women, but you sure are good at undressing them.

Too lazy to say more, William Thompson carried snacks in his left hand and held Grandma Thompson’s hand with his right, entering the building.

Mr. Foster watched their backs, his smile unchanged, but his eyes darkened.

In the elevator, he warned, “Grandma Thompson, stay away from that old pervert from now on.”

Grandma Thompson blinked her bright eyes. “Why?”

William Thompson: “That guy has several lovers in the neighborhood, he’s really flirtatious. He must have seen how pretty you are and started having wicked thoughts.”

“He doesn’t look like that kind of person.”

“You don’t understand how sinister people can be.”

“Pfft, Grandma Thompson has lived for over a hundred years, do I need you to teach me about the ways of the world?”

“By the way, Grandma Thompson, what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Grandma Thompson all the time. It’s fine in private, but I can’t say it in front of others.”

She chopped William Thompson on the head with a hand knife. “It’s taboo to call elders by name, got it?”

Back home, William Thompson changed the sheets and bedding in the master bedroom. From today on, this room no longer belonged to him—it belonged to Grandma Thompson. He moved into the smaller guest room. Originally, the guest room was prepared for Grandma Thompson, but after she toured both rooms, she chose the master bedroom with better lighting and more space. In Grandma Thompson’s words: No way, I can’t stand that kind of grievance.

Today was Saturday. Usually at this time, William Thompson would turn on his computer and play PUBG, gaming late into the night.

In the living room, William Thompson was controlling his character, hiding in a corner like a turtle. Only cheaters could dominate the battlefield, while Grandma Thompson sat on the sofa behind him, staring intently at the TV, her slender back straight, the glow of the screen reflected in her eyes, her expression amused and delighted. She had discovered another advantage of this era. Twenty years ago, when she watched TV, it was a tiny black-and-white set that sometimes flickered with static. Now, the TV was several times bigger and in color.

Grandma Thompson flipped through the channels, chattering, “The news broadcast is still on? It’s been twenty years and it’s still going.”

At this moment, she was wearing William Thompson’s pajamas.

William Thompson’s hand on the mouse trembled. “Grandma Thompson, watch your words. Come on, recite the core socialist values with me.”

She ignored him and kept changing channels, then said, “Hey, why do all the women in your era look the same?”

William Thompson got sniped in the head from afar. Damn it, cheaters! I was hiding so well… He glanced at the LCD TV. She was watching a historical drama, the once-popular “Empresses in the Palace,” produced by Tianfang Entertainment.

All the beauties in the show had oval faces, big eyes, and straight brows. Foreigners would definitely have face blindness and could only tell male from female.

“Yeah, they’re mass-produced. You’ll get used to it. This era has its pros and cons. For example, it’s wealthy, resources are abundant, and there’s no need to worry about famine. Transportation is developed, travel is convenient, and there are more entertainment programs, so life isn’t so dull anymore. When men and women fall in love, it’s no longer about arranged marriages. But there are downsides too. Back in the Qing dynasty, brothels were everywhere and men had multiple wives. Now, brothels are illegal, but sleeping with someone else’s wife is legal. In short, it’s complicated. You’ll have to experience it for yourself.” William Thompson shrugged.

“So, have you ever slept with someone else’s wife?” Grandma Thompson asked curiously.

“Uh… well…” William Thompson was embarrassed.

He probably had—he often hooked up with pretty girls online.

“Just like your father,” Grandma Thompson rolled her eyes adorably and muttered, “How did the descendants of the Li family become so dissolute?”

William Thompson looked down, accepting the scolding from his ancestor as only right and proper, and didn’t talk back.

He continued playing, and after a while, he smelled a faint, familiar fragrance—the scent of his usual shampoo.

He turned his head and saw Grandma Thompson standing silently behind him, watching him play.

“This thing is called a computer. You’ve probably seen one, but it’s developed rapidly in the past twenty years and is now completely different. There’s a saying: fire started the age of human civilization, and computers started the age of human advancement. But for most people, it’s just a tool for watching movies and playing games. The game I’m playing requires intelligence and skill—most people can’t handle it.”

“Can I try?”

“You?” William Thompson widened his eyes, seeing how interested Grandma Thompson looked. “Alright, but let me warn you, this game isn’t for ordinary people. Don’t smash the computer.”

He got up and gave her the seat. Grandma Thompson sat down, back straight, staring seriously at the computer, her little expression especially cute.

This Grandma Thompson was actually only eighteen years old—she just died young…

Speaking of which, what exactly is a battle soul? She looked no different from an ordinary person, yet she swore she was already dead.

The plane flew across the sky, and the character parachuted down.

William Thompson coached her from the side, teaching her how to pick up items and use various “keys.”

Soon after, “Hey, there’s something dirty on the screen…”

William Thompson looked over. “Oh, you’re poisoned! Run! Put your gun away, hold ‘shift’ to speed up, go find a car…”

Grandma Thompson didn’t make it out alive—she was poisoned to death.