Han Liheng couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "Damn! Awesome!"
The people around snapped out of it and coincidentally glanced at him.
Gu Wenlin's fans glared at him with resentment.
Inexplicably feeling embarrassed.
Gu Wenlin pressed his thin lips together coldly, not wanting to speak.
Gu Zhi gave a faint smile of disdain, looking at him with contempt, "Still want to compete?"
"..."
[Hahaha damn, I can feel the deathly atmosphere through the screen!]
[Zhi Zhi is so handsome!]
Gu Wenlin lowered his head, the coldness in his eyes could almost kill.
After a while, he coldly spat out a word, "Compete."
"That last round was just to test your skills."
[Jiumin, such suffocating braggart talk, trying to save face for himself.]
[Hahaha, this is cracking me up, where do you get the courage?]
[? Our Linlin wasn't even playing seriously last round, how is that saving face? Hackers' fans have the nerve to laugh at others?]