He could vaguely make out Jiang Baobao's profile.
Her lips were tightly pursed, her expression serious—a complete contrast to her usual giggly demeanor, yet unexpectedly attractive.
Her slender fingers tapped the keyboard with a rhythmical clatter, as if they were dancing upon it, each motion precise and crisp.
Li Beijue couldn't help but become slightly entranced.
Why did he suddenly find... this woman's appearance somewhat pleasing to the eye?
A slight stir in his heart, but the next second he snapped back to reality, a hint of cold flashing in his eyes, annoyed by his own thoughts.
Just then—
"Won!"
The people around Li Beijue suddenly started murmuring softly, pulling his thoughts back.
He lowered his head to look at Jiang Baobao's screen, only to see the green "Elf" having claimed the throne in the middle of the arena.
