The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 142

"Let's go," Citrine said, already heading for the door.

Halfway there, she suddenly glanced back over her shoulder at Sylvan and the others. "You all should come, too."

With that, Citrine strode out of the classroom, not looking back.

Sylvan and the rest stared at her retreating figure, convinced they'd somehow upset her. They shot Travis a series of desperate looks, silently pleading, *What do we do now?*

Travis didn't say a word he simply followed Citrine out, answering their question with action.

The group exchanged nervous glances, then hurried after him.

It wasn't until Citrine led them into a gaming café that Travis realized she was completely serious.

"Find a seat. Let's play a round," Citrine said, already sliding into a chair in front of one of the computers. She looked at them expectantly.

Travis' eyes widened in surprise, a little hesitation in his voice. "Citrine, the games we play aren't exactly beginner-friendly."

for ages. If they accidentally crushed Citrine and made her upset,

replied, fingers already flying over the keyboard as she logged

to catch a glimpse of her screen-it was the familiar loading screen for

know we

soundtrack earlier when you guys all

little sheepish. "We just lost because we got careless,

Sylvan suddenly let out a loud

at Citrine's screen. Right next to her username was the "Champion" badge-just one star

their stunned looks, a hint of pride glimmering in her eyes. "Believe me now? Let's

Citrine's few real passions. Getting

itching for a match anyway, and seeing Citrine so confident, they quickly found their own

other as friends, and

Showdown was a fast-paced team shooter-five players per side, taking down bosses and battling another five-person squad. Win,

Citrine was used to the guys being extra careful with her—at least

saw it was an L8-level boss, Travis and the others tensed, preparing to coordinate their attack. But before anyone

of them just stared, stunned by