In less than five minutes, the situation miraculously turned around, and they won.
Jasmine Yale was dumbfounded. They won just like that? She had thought they were already losing.
She immediately sent a voice message, "Joe Heath, where did you go just now? How did you suddenly get so skilled? Lucky you came back, or we'd have lost."
On the other end, there was silence for a long while.
"Hello, hello, Joe Heath, speak up."
"Ahem." A light cough came from the other end, in a woman's voice, "I am Joe Heath's mom, I was the one playing just now."
Jasmine Yale: "..."
"This kid went to check out for me, so I played for him. He's playing so poorly, I couldn't stand watching. How could he be so pathetic?" The woman clicked her tongue, "Never seen anyone play this poorly, and he goes out trying to pick up girls."
Uh...
Jasmine Yale looked dumbfounded.
Joe Heath played decently; he wasn't that bad, but it seemed his mom despised his skills.
