What number game was this?
Thirteen?
Fourteen perhaps?
Or fifteen?
Lin Zhong didn't know what was going on, but he hadn't won a single game this morning, and the gameplay experience was terrible.
Before team battles began, he was already at low health without realizing it.
Once they started, he died from unidentified damage sources.
Just as he entered the brush, three burly men jumped out.
Wherever he was, the opponents were squatting there waiting for him.
After playing a dozen or so games and dying hundreds of times without picking up a single kill, could such a thing actually happen in real life?
Tuanzi sat obediently beside him, intently staring at his phone, but she didn't quite understand it and only said, "Huai Xu and Zhou Li often play this thing at home too."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!" Tuanzi nodded earnestly. "Huai Xu plays a lot, but he doesn't turn black and white like you do."
"...Got it."
Lin Zhong managed a smile. "Does Lord Dumpling know how to play?"
