Chapter 630

"Geez, who is this guy? He's too arrogant."

"Are there such arrogant people in Sister Mi's company?"

"The voice sounds familiar, but I can't tell who it is."

"Kid, don't think that just because you got lucky and killed the opponent once, you can get cocky; this game has just started."

"The professional guy probably wasn't serious just now; if you have the ability, kill him again."

"I wasn't pissed off by the opponent, but I was laughed to death by my teammate."

"......"

Although everyone was criticizing him on the mic, they were actually a bit jealous of Lin Yu. Solo-killing a professional player once was enough to prove the artist team's worth—proving that there were experts in the entertainment industry too.

"Brother Yu, aren't you being too arrogant?"

"The opponent just came back from the Asian Games."

Zhu Xudan had black lines on her forehead, agreeing with everyone's view; the opponent must have been careless, and Lin Yu just happened to catch an opportunity for a desperate counter-kill.

But for an ordinary person, that kind of opportunity is a one-in-a-hundred chance, and it's already used up.

Next, he would definitely face even more severe abuse and torture.

Moreover, the opponent's training team, looking at the ID, was the AG professional team.

This was the team where the mid-laner who just won the Asian Games championship was.

Although the one laning against Lin Yu might be a youth team member, every professional player is a talented prodigy.

Zhu Xudan still wanted to advise Lin Yu to be more low-key, otherwise, he would lose miserably.

Meanwhile.

AG Esports Club.

"Holy shit! Guying, what kind of crap are you playing! You got solo-killed by an entertainment industry artist; do you still want to make it to the second team?"

"Yeah! We gave you a chance, and you didn't use it."

"The opponent is said to be an artist from Boss Yang's company; they just take gigs all day and have no time to train. If you can't beat them, just retire."

Although the teammates' words were harsh, they were mostly joking.

They were all eighteen or nineteen-year-olds who could take a joke.

But Guying, sitting in his seat, couldn't laugh.

Was he careless just now?

Not at all!

Both sides were constantly playing mind games, and if he wasn't mistaken, the opponent knew how to play.