In Lin Yun's guess, a game ended.
The result was unsurprising; naturally, their team won.
Later in the game, the four of them barely did anything, and "Dazzling Line-Up" single-handedly slaughtered the other five, and it was a complete massacre!
Lin Yun was just about to ask who this person was when Zeng Xiangyang called him.
"How was it? Impressive, right? This is the talent I've recently discovered!"
Upon hearing Zeng Xiangyang's words, Lin Yun was a bit surprised, "So, according to you, this person isn't a professional player?"
Zeng Xiangyang quickly replied from the other end of the phone, "Of course not, she's just a regular player, but at first, I also suspected she was a professional player."
Listening to this, Lin Yun was even more taken aback.
A regular player who could be this good? With such high-level skills?
Suddenly, Lin Yun recalled the night of the finals, sitting with Zeng Xiangyang, a girl who resembled Qiao Jing.
