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.

heavy heart, Floyd finally said,

was about to strategize when Karl cut in, "But Waller's

injuries heavier than all but the marksman. Despite playing through pain, his arm would be so sore

at the pinnacle of the gaming world

"Explaining Waller's arm

it was only 6 PM, and professional gamers were no strangers to

his twenties with a bit of extra

do it! I can hold up!"

in the face of defeat, they had to show their

would never back

resolve, the team rallied,

determination, Floyd nodded, "Alright, let's

should practice

couldn't afford to

agreement. Putting Cordelia in the game

the coach set up the game room for

station, Floyd caught

watch, "Give

been acting up. Eat on time. I made this oatmeal myself. It's got a nice layer of cream on top,

Yates was taken aback.

caring that made you feel comfortable in the

him a chair upon entering, something no one

And now...

a mix of annoyance and warmth. The oatmeal was perfect,

thought, barely satiated, only to see Floyd taking the bowl to the coach, promising more in a couple of

"I'm not a kid,

he didn't move

station, leaving the team in a silent

Cordelia, seeing the team

preoccupted with the scrimmage

to familiarize

1v1 mode, randomly matching with