Lin Jing's hand trembled, nearly sending her phone flying.
She stiffly raised her eyes. It wasn't Lan Tingting at the top, but
"Bro, nice! Your preliminary match was a real quick win."
Sheng Kuang leaned against the headboard, saying lazily, "Otherwise? Like you guys in hjC, dragging every game until the Elder Dragon appears?"
Li Ran: "…Can you speak normally? I'm calling you this late at night because it's actually important."
"Fine," Sheng Kuang bent one leg slightly, casually resting his arm on it. "Respected hjC mid-laner, God Ran, what advice do you have for me calling you in the dead of night?"
"…" Li Ran took a deep breath. "I originally wanted to arrange practice matches with you guys. Now I realize I've got the wrong person; I should have gone directly to Wenzi."
Sheng Kuang: "You're right, go ahead."
"…"
Sheng Kuang: "Do you have Wenzi's number? Do you need me to send it to you?"
Li Ran paused for three seconds and hung up.
A new message notification popped up on Sheng Kuang's phone. He tapped on WeChat.
Xiao Jing Jiang has transferred ¥50,000 to you.