Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 393: I Want to Raise the Stakes

On the other side, Orson returned to the competition site. Lysander had made it to the finals, and he couldn't afford to lose. He had to defeat Lysander in the finals to show everyone that he was not inferior to him. Jared watched from below and could see from the battle that Orson had a strong desire to win. If he didn't adjust his mindset before the match, even if he won this time, he would lose in the finals. Jared also noticed that Lysander's skills were superior to Orson's. Now, it was all about mindset and team coordination. Jared was confident in their team coordination, but the mindset was a problem.

After finishing his interview, Lysander didn't idle; he went to the lounge to discuss team matters with Tina and then went to the audience seats together to watch Orson's match. From a distance, Jared saw Tina and Lysander walking over, chatting and laughing. His eyes, which had been worried about Orson, instantly became sharp. In the blink of an eye, this guy was sticking close again!

Tina naturally saw Jared too and was about to walk over when Lysander grabbed her wrist. Lysander smiled and stood naturally in front of Tina, blocking her view of Jared. "Tina, everyone is waiting for you over there. Let's analyze the match while watching."

Tina thought it made sense; real-time analysis would deepen their impressions. "Alright, let's go." So, Jared watched as Lysander led Tina to another section of the audience seats. Lysander sat down and gave Jared a provocative smile. Jared's face instantly darkened, and he sneered.

Trying to stop him? He wouldn't go over? Just as he got up, his phone buzzed with a text message.

Tina: "Don't come over; we're discussing tactics. Remember our bet!"

Jared felt a surge of frustration and sat back down in his chair. Since his wife had spoken, he naturally wouldn't go over. But throughout the entire match, Jared's eyes never returned to the broadcast screen. So much so that when the whole crowd cheered, he still didn't know who had won.

"Bro, we won! We're in the finals!" Orson was the first to rush out of the arena and pounced on Jared.

Jared extended his hand and easily stopped him with one arm's length. "Save your excitement for when you win the finals."

Orson felt choked by an unknown force but knew that as an esports player, the ultimate goal was to win the championship. No matter what kind of match it was, they had to give their all to win the trophy. It was a basic professional ethic for an esports player.

Orson nodded heavily. "Yes, I will definitely win the championship!"

the audience seats where Tina was already surrounded by Lysander and others as they headed back to the lounge. Now that Snake had won, after a year, both

carried immense pressure. If they lost this year again, Hawk would have no chance of making a comeback. Moreover, this match was Edward Sullivan and his team's last game!

old rival RED. Last year they lost to them and didn't make it to the finals; it had always been a thorn in his heart. Even though they later won in friendly matches, Orson never felt satisfied. Winning today

already gone back to train, and you still want to celebrate?

Led by Orson, everyone hurried back to

looked towards Hawk's direction. This wasn't just about his bet with Tina anymore; it was also a showdown between him and Lysander. That kid Lysander wanted to take advantage of proximity? Dream on! In Hawk's training room, Tina called Cole and found four other people to form

round, Hawk was utterly defeated;

you found are not only better than Orson but even

in him either. "Coach, this is

back in her chair with

round?" Edward Sullivan couldn't muster

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the most precise team has flaws; you are supposed to deliver precise strikes

Tina spoke on one side, Lysander also started forming teams again

Tina nodded.

Lysander's team still couldn't fight back effectively but Tina could see that they were gradually finding strategies to cope with their opponents' tactics-even managing once to pin Cole at their base fountain. "Alright then; it's getting late. Rest well and prepare for the finals in

high tension was necessary but overextending

continuous practice matches but each game helped them identify weaknesses and find suitable tactics. Both teams were ready for action; on

Lysander and

just wait!" Orson glared at Lysander without backing down an