บท 369: Chapter 55 Anxiety

Lin Xiaolu sat in front of her desk, staring blankly at her hands.

The only light in the room came from the desk lamp, making the space rather dim with a very limited range of visibility. However, at this moment, Lin Xiaolu didn't care about that.

She had lost.

That was the only thought in her mind.

Full of the intent to teach the other a lesson and tell them "never to underestimate others," she had accepted a challenge that looked incredibly simple. Then, without any suspense, she lost.

What was critical was that even after losing, the other had an expression with no fluctuations, as if defeating her was just a matter of course, so calm it was infuriating.

But what good did anger do? Losing meant losing; the defeated had no room for rebuttal.

What had happened before the loss? To be honest, even now, Lin Xiaolu hadn't figured it out.