Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao nodded: "That is a sentence!"

Song Wen: "...no, don't you both ask the opinions of another party?"

However, no one has taken care of him. Azhao and Gu Cheng are ruthlessly prepared to use a gamble to determine his future.

Azhao opened the game page: "That's it."

Song Wen is confused: "What do you start? What do you want to gamble on?"

Azhao chuckled: "What are you gambling? Didn't you say it? Let you see what it is, what is called the real schoolmaster."

Games start!

Azhao finger moved, the characters on the screen rushed out instantly.

Song Wenzhao: "Can you prove that you can play the game?"

Gu Cheng did not speak, and looked at A Zhao in general.

He would like to see, this transfer student, what kind of tricks to play.

But soon, his look turned into shock.

A Zhaoyun means flying like a fly, his fingers are sliding fast on the screen, and various difficult movements are used by the tasks under her hand. Every time the skills are released, they take away a human head.

Song Wen didn't dare to look at it, for fear of what he missed.

One kill.

Second kill.

Three kills.

......

Five kills.

......

A Zhao gently sighed and the index finger was light.

The last blood was killed by her.

Twenty-three kills!

Super God!

The 30-person single-player battlefield almost became the assassin single show called Azhao.

Song Wen is already watching her play the game.

"Great! You... you, you, you, in fact, which hidden god, lie to me is a newcomer?" He asked, shaking.

Azhao threw the phone aside and glanced at him: "Is it so boring?"

Gu Cheng suddenly asked: "How did you do it?"

Azhao picked up the milk and took a bite. The bite sucking management said of course: "It's very simple, calculate the skill CD, accurately estimate the enemy's position and arrival time according to the map, and find restraint skills according to the professional differences between the two sides..."

Of course... of course, there is no such thing!

She just temporarily found a cotton candy and hanged it.

Of course, this kind of thing can never be said.

Song Wen covered his face with pain in his face: "Why, from your explanation, I feel the contempt from IQ."

A Zhao smiled and looked at Gu Cheng: "Is it convinced?"

Gu Cheng does not speak.

Azhao: "I still think that I am a nerd. Besides learning, nothing will happen?"

Gu Cheng: "..."

Azhao continued: "So, let's gamble and lose?"

Gu Cheng’s face is not very good-looking: “...you play another PK with me.”

Azhao wowed: "You are swearing!"

She stared at Gu Cheng with her big eyes and was full of complaints.

Gu Cheng: "..."

He looked at A Zhao for two seconds and lowered his eyes: "I lost."

Azhao satisfied with the phone and collected it: "I don't really like this kind of game. I can only spend time playing and playing, and I have to learn to be happy."

Gu Cheng: "..."

Song Wenyi’s face is not painful.

Azhao looked at them two: "Bet, do you remember both?"

Gu Cheng nodded coldly.

Song Wen said weakly: "In fact, I did not agree..."

A Zhao sharp [satisfied] eyes swept to him: "Song Wen classmates, when a school scum is actually not shameful, but speaking is not a word, it is very faceless."

Song Wen no longer feels that he is cute at the same time.

He looked at the help of his own city, but found that his family was looking at Azhao without looking at him. His eyes contained something he could not understand.