Chapter 685
Her desk was close to the end of the bed, so she could see his computer while sitting there.
Robert Foster was proficient in operating the computer, connecting to the internet, and clicking directly into the ga he often played.
"So it’s this ga. Do you play it?"
Wanda Wesley nodded.
Robert Foster was quite surprised and said, "You really do play gas, huh?"
Wanda replied softly, "Sotis."
"If you only play occasionally, then you must not be very skilled. My skills are decent. I’ll play a round first, and you can watch. If you have any questions, just ask ."
As he spoke, he had already logged in.
The account [Don’t co here. You’re an eyesore.] was very eye-catching.
Wanda’s pupils suddenly trembled.
"Is this your ID?"
Robert Foster grinned sowhat sheepishly and said, "It wasn’t called this at first, but I found an emoji and thought it was fun, so I changed it. I’ve been ridiculed a lot because of it."
Wanda said solemnly, "I think it’s very good. Very interesting."
Robert Foster’s eyes lit up. "Really? I knew you were a smart person."
Wanda smiled faintly and touched her earlobe.
"It’s starting," said Robert Foster.
As he spoke, he beca completely absorbed in the ga, staring intently at the screen, one hand controlling the keyboard, the other controlling the mouse, his fingers tapping rapidly.
He didn’t notice that Wanda’s gaze had also changed the instant the ga started.
It was even more focused and serious than his.
"Watch out, there’s a motorcycle coming from the left."
Robert Foster glanced at her from the corner of his eye and reacted quickly with his fingers, taking out the opponent with two shots.
Then, he looked back at her.
Before he could speak, Wanda suddenly leaned forward, pressed his hand, and controlled the mouse to quickly eliminate the enemy who was about to ambush Robert Foster.
"Focus," she said.
This was the first ti Robert Foster had carefully observed a girl’s profile.
Her skin was very good, and her hair slled nice.
As he watched, his heart suddenly raced a few beats.
As he was lost in thought, the sound of gunfire slowly brought him back to reality.
He realized that Wanda had completely taken control of the situation, and her reaction and tactical abilities were better than his.
He stared in amazent and silently shifted his body so she could play more comfortably.
As he watched, he suddenly frowned.
When Wanda won the round, Robert Foster clapped his hands with his mouth wide open.
"You...are amazing!" He gave Wanda a thumbs up.
Wanda looked at her posture and quickly sat up straight.
She felt regret in her heart.
Her habit of losing herself when playing gas hadn’t changed.
"Your skills are like one of my teammates. This one."
"He didn’t log in today. He’s called Witch, and he plays really well, but doesn’t often play with ."
Wanda: "I’m sorry."
"Huh?"
Wanda snapped back to her senses: "Oh, I an, let’s play another round. This ti, I’ll watch you play."
She showed a smile to hide her embarrassnt.
Robert Foster didn’t think much of it and continued to play.
An hour later, Robert Foster turned back and asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Wanda shook her head: "Not sleepy at all!"
Robert Foster glanced at the doorway and said, "My brother might spend the night there tonight, so if you’re sleepy, you can sleep on this bed."
"What about you?"
Robert Foster patted the computer: "I’ll watch a movie. I can stay up all night. I’ve got a lot of movies I haven’t watched yet."
"No, you have a show to film tomorrow."
"Huh?" Robert Foster was stunned.
Wanda: "Oh, I an, you have a program to record tomorrow."
Her mind was too preoccupied with the idea of sleeping here, and she wasn’t focusing.
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