Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao nodded: “That's a deal! ”

Song Wen: "... didn't either of you ask for the other party's opinion? ”

However, no one cared about him, A Zhao and Gu Cheng prepared ruthlessly for a gamble to determine his future.

Azhao opened the game page: “So here we go. ”

Song Wen's misty water: “Start what? By the way, what are you gambling for? ”

Zhao smiled softly: “What's the bet? Didn't I tell you? Let me show you what a real bully is. ”

Game on!

Zhao's fingers moved and the person on the screen rushed out instantly.

Song Wengu muttered: “Can playing games prove bullying too? ”

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

He wants to see what this transferee is up to.

Soon, however, his divine colour became a shock.

A Zhaoyun finger flies, his fingers slide quickly on the screen, various high-difficulty moves are used by the tasks under her, each release skill, smoothly take a human head.

Song Wen couldn't even blink his eyes, afraid of what he missed.

One kill.

Two kills.

Three kills.

……

Five kills.

……

Zhao took a gentle sigh of relief, his index finger gently.

She killed the last piece of blood.

Twenty-three!

Supergod!

The 30-man solo battlefield almost became the assassin solo show called A Zhao.

Song Wen is already on her knees watching her play games.

“Boss! YOU... YOU, YOU, YOU, are, in fact, some hidden god, are you lying to me as a newbie?” He trembled and asked.

Zhao threw his phone aside and glanced at him: “Do I look so bored? ”

Gu Cheng suddenly asked: “How did you do that? ”

Zhao took a sip of milk and bit the suction management. Naturally, he said: "It's simple, calculate the skill CD, accurately estimate the enemy's position and arrival time based on the map, and look for restraint skills based on the occupational differences between the two sides...”

Above... of course none of them exist!

She just temporarily opened a hanging marshmallow.

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

Song Wenman's face painfully covered his face: “Why, from your explanation, I felt the disdain from the intelligence. ”

Zhao smiled softly and looked at Gu Cheng: “Are you angry? ”

Gu Cheng did not speak.

Zhao: “I still think I'm a nerd, nothing but learning? ”

Gu Cheng: “…”

Zhao continued: “So what do you think? Want to gamble? ”

Gu Cheng's face didn't look good: “... you and I will play PK again. ”

Zhaowo shouted: “You're cheating! ”

She glanced at Gu Cheng with her eyes full of complaints.

Gu Cheng: “…”

He looked at Zhao for two seconds and drooped his eyes: “I lost. ”

A Zhao put his phone away satisfactorily: “I'm not really interested in games like this. Once in a while, just give it time to play. Where is learning to be happy? ”

Gu Cheng: “…”

Song Wen's face was in pain.

Zhao looked at the two of them: "Bet, you two remember? ”

Gu Cheng nodded cold.

Song Wen said weakly: “Actually, I didn't promise...”

A Zhao Ruili's [self-righteous] gaze swept at him: “Song Wen classmate, being a scum is not really embarrassing, but if you don't talk, you are very embarrassed. ”

Song Wen doesn't feel cute at the same table anymore.

He looked at his own brother, but found that his brother was staring at Azhao without blinking. What he could not understand was in his eyes.