C352 Freshmen Tournament

Yan Qingmeng glared at Lu Chen, but he didn't seem to care. When it was his turn, he reached out, picked a tile, glanced at it, and played it immediately: "Three of Bamboo!"

With a stern face, Yan Qingmeng also picked up a tile. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at her hand and then the table. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, she glared at Lu Chen, resolutely played her tile