The phone screen emits a faint blue light, reflecting the scarlet word "Failure" in the center of the screen.
On the record panel, the bright red losing streak stung the nerves.
The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled crazily, and every word turned into a substantial sense of oppression.
"Kneeling down six times in a row, what else does this vase support do besides messing around?"
"Practice your food more, don't leave it here every day, it's disgusting."
"What's the use of being good-looking? E-sports is the original sin. Get out of the top competition!"
"You're a substitute, right? This consciousness is not even as good as Xingyao's."
Lin Wan's fingers were hanging above the screen, and their fingertips were a little stiff.
