"Really?"
In the dim light, the look of disbelief on the guide's face was perfectly clear. "In this day and age, there's actually someone who doesn't know how to turn on a computer?"
Mai Mingle didn't know what to say, so she could only press her lips together and nod.
She had just bent down and fumbled in the darkness, and she did feel a cool, metal computer case. But she had no idea where in the gloom she was supposed to press her finger. Everywhere she touched was the same darkness, and she couldn't see a thing.
She had no choice but to tell the truth. 'I can't believe things are going so badly right from the start,' she thought. 'This is so annoying, so annoying.'
"Do we even need to do the questionnaire?" the other girl sneered. "Her cover's blown already, hasn't it? If she were an old lady, fine. But a young woman in her twenties who doesn't know how to use a computer? She must be a resident."
