Lemira stared at her computer screen, her tone even, "But my aim is the national team."

[Ms. Lemon, you should join Reapers for sure. National team's a shoe-in with them.]

[SkyBlaze is a one-hit wonder. They're only in the running because of the playoff. That team's not up to snuff!]

[Exactly, I've heard there's some management issues in SkyBlaze. Their talented sister has been sidelined until they're nearly out of the competition, and then she comes in and pulls off a twelve-hit combo!]

Seeing these comments, Lemira spoke up, "As for which team to join, I haven't decided yet. The game's about to start."

She logged into the game, getting ready for the player-versus-player combat.

But Alaric, hearing her response, was so mad he smashed his keyboard! Evelina, feigning sympathy, said, "Alaric, don't be so angry. She's just riding her current wave of fame, trying to up her price. We could always offer more money." Alaric frowned, "It's no use."

"Alaric, let me give you a hand. I've got an idea."

Evelina watched the live stream on the computer, a cunning glint in her eye.

Lemira sneezed a couple of times,

gave her opponent the chance to hit her with a

bit, she found an opportunity to leap out. Realizing she was about to pull off

using the twelve-hit combo, Lemira still won the match. Seeing she had won, Lemira finally breathed a sigh of

[If I'm not mistaken, was that the setup for a twelve-hit combo just

King, I've practiced the twelve-hit combo countless times. I'm

about to use the twelve-hit

the comments,

"I'm also

it just came out haturally in that situation. But as you all know, landing a successful twelve-hit combois incredibly

close call. Lemira felt

the match, there was

you out on

sent, and it took her

in front of her computer, wearing a white dress, the

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