Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 238

Karl glanced over at Cordelia, only to see her already acclimated to her new keyboard, fingers dancing over the pink keys matched with its coordinating mouse. This sight only added to his irritation.

They were here for a competition. Why the need for such girly gear?

As he pondered, the door suddenly burst open. The EW Club's coach stormed in, his brow furrowed as he announced, "CM challenged us to a scrimmage."

CM, the perennial underdogs led by Wade, chose now of all times to throw down the gauntlet, clearly aiming to mess with their heads, knowing full well that today marked the debut of their new marksman.

Floyd was the first to respond, "Just decline it."

The coach shook his head, "Wade tweeted it. If we decline, it'll look like we're scared. But going now..."

His gaze drifted to Cordelia, skepticism written all over his face.

Putting aside the question of skill, every player has their own style. It takes time to gel as a team before facing off in official competitions.

The newbie couldn't possibly mesh with the team on short notice.

Floyd frowned, checking his phone to indeed find Wade's tweet:

"Wanna scrimmage? @EW Club"

Followed by a slew of taunts:

-Do they dare? LOL.

-If I were EW Club, I'd jump at the chance. New marksman and all, it's the perfect way to mesh, especially against a team like CM.

-Right. No reason to decline. Bring it on.

-If EW Club backs out, I'm unfollowing. Can't respect that.

Using the threat of losing followers to coerce them. Clever.

Floyd finally

strategize when Karl cut in, "But Waller's shoulder needs a rest

all but the marksman. Despite playing through pain, his arm would be so sore after a match, it was nearly

pinnacle of the gaming world was at

sighed, "Explaining Waller's arm

6 PM, and professional gamers were no strangers

in his twenties with a bit of extra weight, winced as a sharp pain shot through his

I can

face of defeat, they had to show

would never back down from

resolve, the team rallied, "Right, we can't

the team's determination, Floyd

to Cordelia, "You should practice solo for now.

they couldn't afford to lose

Putting Cordelia

coach set up

to his station, Floyd caught

at his watch, "Give me two

of oatmeal, "Your stomach's been acting up. Eat on time. I made this oatmeal

Yates was taken aback.

caring that made you

him a chair

And now...

mix of annoyance and warmth. The oatmeal was perfect, its warmth and flavor soothing his

much," Yates thought, barely satiated, only to see Floyd taking the bowl to

not a kid, stop treating me

didn't move

then returned to his station, leaving the

Cordelia, seeing the team

preoccupted with the scrimmage

familiarize herself

a 1v1 mode, randomly matching