Mikhail moved the book a bit so the cover of the book was visible to his roommate and he was still able to read it. "First of all, it's not nerd shit. Secondly, it's a book called Ready Player One By Ernest Cline, it's a dystopian novel," He answered, glancing at his roommate and glaring at him. "And maybe you might become a bit smarter if you read it," He added in sarcastically.
The roll in Richter's eyes was visible even behind the cover of his glasses. The name was vaguely familiar, since he couldn't even browse Youtube for a second without advertisements about it getting blasted in his face. "That's that weird book about video games that got a movie recently, right?" He asked, despite knowing the answer already as he gulped his food down. "I've heard video games make your brain stupid." He retorted in response, tapping his finger against the side of his cranium.
"Yes, it's about video games," Mikhail mumbled, glaring at him for a few more seconds before going back to reading again. "And video games do not make you stupid," He mumbled quietly.