"Beautiful boss."
"Damn, moving faster than a warrior, attacking while repositioning, hasn't gotten caught yet—totally showing off those sick moves."
The young man's long legs were propped up on the desk, his fingers dancing across the phone screen, lips curling in a nonchalant smile.
In the game, the enemy team had no idea that the "weakest mage," who was mercilessly slaughtering them, had gone full "wolf in sheep's clothing." After pulling off a wave of flashy operations and farming kills, they didn't even know how they died.
Leng Xuexi knocked on the door.
"Come in," the young man said without even looking up.
Leng Xuexi pushed the door open and walked in, just as the female voice prompt from the game system blared out.
"Victory!"
The young man raised his eyebrows, his sharp and handsome features radiating confidence.
Leng Xuexi sighed. "Bro, the exam results are about to come out—aren't you even a little nervous?"
