Today, The atmosphere of the cafeteria at the university was suffocatingly thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the frantic clicking of smartphone cameras. At the center of the largest table sat Lin Mae, surrounded by a troupe of giggling followers who hung onto her every word.
Mo Chou sat at a quiet, shadowed corner table with Li Chen and Huang Chunhua, peacefully eating her food. She could hear Lin Mae's voice echoing across the hall—a shrill, practiced tone of fake humility that set Mo Chou's teeth on edge.
"Honestly, it's just a natural gift," Lin Mae was saying, projecting her voice so that even the students three rows away would hear. "I didn't realize beating a pro like Bulletz was such a big deal. I play with one hand most of the time anyway. It's almost boring how easy the competitive tier is."
