"I… I…" With his abilities, he couldn't give his idol any gaming tips. Feng Shang couldn't fight back due to his stuttering. From his point of view, he felt that Almighty Qin was acting a bit shameless at this point by using such a thing to give him pressure. How could he compare himself to Feng Shang, a new player, like this?
But Qin Mo was obviously fine with this way of pressuring him. "The National League is coming up and your idol is the new player king of the Supreme Alliance. If he doesn't give his best performance, he will bring shame to our team."
Fu Jiu heard that and wanted to prove that she had a say in all of this. "I can practice in my own room. Elevate my performance to another level? Easy peasy!"
"You're sure you are elevating and not flirting?" Qin Mo curled the corners of his lips up, sounding indifferent. "Your credit has run out with me, so no more bullshit. Take your luggage and follow me upstairs."
