The match ended, and after giving the other side a thorough thrashing, Jiang He couldn't help but look back at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing was still staring at the TV, standing as immobile as a post.
In just these few minutes, Xu Qing had made several hundred yuan.
No rush, no rush, as long as the game is played well, there will be no shortage of viewers.
The score in the Duel Arena jumped from over 1300 to 1400, officially entering a brand-new tier.
"Your skills are pretty decent, streamer!"
"You make it seem so effortless."
The comments flying by gave Jiang He some confidence; at last, someone had noticed her gameplay, even though most were still discussing Xu Qing.
One hour had passed.
Jiang He turned off the live stream, swiveled in her chair, and was just about to speak when Xu Qing's phone on the desk started to ring, forcing her to swallow her words.
"Hello?"
Xu Qing answered the call, wondering what business Wang Zijun had this time.
