Soon, Xue Rui won the match with smooth, fluid movements.
"Bro, hurry up and teach me," Xue Yao said, her face full of admiration.
Xue Rui sat calmly in his chair, unmoved.
He was actually enjoying this feeling. It was as if he'd gone back to their childhood, when Xue Yao would trail after him, praising everything he did with a "My brother is so amazing!"
"What's there to teach about such simple moves?" Xue Rui said nonchalantly.
"Bro, let me play with you," Xue Yao said.
"No, no. I just play a casual game once in a while." Xue Rui waved his hand dismissively and gave his seat to Xue Yao.
Of course he wouldn't play with Xue Yao. It's only in memories that a god-tier player can remain the greatest.
He only seemed like a good player now because he was using his practiced skills and a more developed understanding of the game from the future. If he kept playing, he'd eventually be exposed as a scrub.
