In the room, Lin Lu continuously lifted the tip of her slipper-wearing jade foot, then put it down again, tapping against the wooden floor.
She stared at the record book spread out on her desk, and the name Cheng Zhu somehow gave her a weird feeling.
"I kind of want to cross him out."
But then she thought about it and decided it was better to just write names directly.
"Everyone's friends, after all, friends should be straightforward. If I don't write names directly, it makes me look like I have something to hide, huh!" thought Lin Lu.
Speaking of which, it was she who had initially invited Cheng Zhu to play games.
But unexpectedly, both of their skills were equally mediocre, uniquely terrible in their own ways.
Yet, she wasn't annoyed, finding their mutual critique of each other's poor skills quite entertaining.
And today, she even learned a new term.
In a game just now, she executed a useless "Flash," dodging neither skills nor assassination.
