Yuan Xiangxiang froze, turning in surprise to look at Su Yuhan, who had appeared behind her.
At some point, the stream's camera had been angled down. Where it once captured their faces, it now only showed their two pairs of hands on their keyboards.
Hearing this new voice, some of the stream's regulars went wild. The chat filled with questions: Who was this person who had suddenly appeared? Why wasn't she showing her face? With a voice that cool and commanding, was she pretty?
Su Yuhan didn't respond. She simply looked down at the dumbfounded Yuan Xiangxiang and repeated, "Get up. I'll take over."
"Oh, uh, okay."
Yuan Xiangxiang's mind was still reeling, but her body acted on instinct, standing up to give Su Yuhan her seat.
Unsurprisingly, the commotion on their end caught the attention of the marksman on their team, who had his mic on.
"Swapping players? You should've swapped a long time ago. With skills like yours, a dog could play better than you!"
