"You really want to take that Jovie from just now as your disciple??" Victoria Sheridan tugged at the corner of her mouth and said to her, "It must've been her first time playing, her stats were so bad, I saw her try to 1v5 several times."
"Mm…" Vivian York hesitated for a second, then let out a sigh. "Ugh… I actually feel like I vented all my anger at Ethan Hayes on that Jovie this afternoon, and that doesn't seem very fair. It was probably her first time playing this game, and in one match I killed her ten times, then in the solo I killed her twelve times. Do you think she'll end up traumatized by this game??"
"Well…" Victoria Sheridan thought about it, then nodded seriously. "If it were me, I'd probably just uninstall the game on the spot."
"Exactly, that's why I've decided to be her master and carry her, let her rekindle her love for this game." Vivian blinked, happily saying to her roommates, "She's a girl too anyway, I'll just treat it like taking care of a little sister."
