79 Brother Nanli?

Fu Zhi's shadow was cut into numerous pieces by the dazzling chandelier that hung down from the ceiling. She rested her legs on the corner of the table, looking pleased.

Well, if only she could ignore the stream of profanities in her earphone. 

Fu Zhi lowered her head to check on her teammates' performance. It had only been three minutes since the game had started, yet one of her teammates had been killed five times and the other one had been killed six times. Neither of them had gotten a score yet. 

She turned on her microphone and said indifferently, "Alright, enough. Stop playing the game with your feet. Start using your hands."

Her teammates were left speechless. They were so exasperated that they nearly smashed their computers. 

The netizens that were watching the live-stream started laughing like crazy. 

[Ha ha ha ha! Rise and shine! Grumpy Fu is back!]

[This girl is so f*cking cool!]