Xia Xin looked at Jiangli with a bitter expression, "Ancestor, it's getting late..." He pointed at the time on his cell phone, "It's already midnight, 11 PM - 1 AM, can we rest now and continue tomorrow?"
Jiangli narrowed her eyes, "No, right now!"
Xia Xin: "..."
Weak, helpless, and pitiful, he didn't dare to speak.
He could only bite the bullet and say to Jiangli, "Old, Old Ancestor, we've been losing continuously..."
"Do you think I don't know how to play?" Jiangli asked.
Xia Xin: "..."
No, I think you're just bad at it.
But he only dared to rant about it in his mind.
Xia Xin tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "It's, it's not that, I just feel like, Old Ancestor, you might have not quite grasped the skills..."
"Then why don't you teach me?" Jiangli said quite seriously.
Xia Xin was almost spitting blood. If it were so easy to learn by simple teaching, he wouldn't have been beaten five times in a row.
Xia Xin truly wanted to cry in front of Jiangli.
