Hearing Lu Huai'an being cursed at, and by an elementary school student no less, Lin Jiayu simply said calmly, "Looks like you're being looked down on by a kid."
She wasn't particularly angry; after all, that marksman really was quite pathetic.
He had picked Luban No. 7, and from the start of the match until now, he had died a dozen times over, getting zero enjoyment out of the game. Listening to that voice trembling on the verge of tears, the poor kid was probably on the brink of a breakdown.
Chapter 198