At the hotel, Aaron's E-sports team was immersed in last-minute training before the big showdown.

Every face bore the same grim expression as if they were each carrying the weight of a debt of millions.

"We're team fighting! You blind?"

"You're the one to talk! Baron got stolen!"

"Shut up, you two feeders! We're underfarmed. Stop rushing into fights!"

"Can we all just focus, please? The tournament's the day after tomorrow!"

The last to speak was Bennett, the team's good-natured captain. He had not seen Vivienne at the club's meeting the other day.

"Shut up!" The three of them rounded on Bennett in unison.

Although Bennett was the captain, his authority paled in comparison to the team's youngest member, Aaron. His seniority was the only reason he held the title. He sighed. The team's recent losing streak had morale at rock bottom, and Kenneth's taunts had only added insult to injury.

He was relieved Aaron was not there; else, fists might have flown.

Aaron could not find humor in the quarrels inside.

These clashes were common, and their seven-game losing streak, a stark reversal from their previous seven-win streak, was a tough pill for anyone to swallow.

With Aaron around, they managed to keep it together, but in his absence, tempers flared even hotter.

Vivienne frowned. She remembered when this team was a united force set on claiming the championship. Now, it was a stark contrast.

"Vivienne..." Aaron bowed his head, too ashamed to look Vivienne in the eye.

loud bang, Vivienne kicked the door

his hot temper,

it, Kenneth, not again... Holy

stood up, crowding around as they recognized Vivienne; their anger dissolved into thin

we thought you weren't

back, Vivienne, we've got a fighting

we'll definitely regain

looked at Vivienne with a mix of

moved, his eyes shining like stars as he gazed at

Vivienne's face was stormy. "You call yourselves pro gamers with this kind of

hope dimmed in their eyes. The room fell into an awkward silence, and

Bennett spoke up. "Vivienne, everyone's just

you remember you're supposed to lead

with his fingers. Despite being the

too well how he had failed as a

do if he was disrespected by his teammates, overlooked by

the verge of retirement after the World Championships. Who would respect a spent force on the brink of hanging up his mouse and

the example and earn their respect. But all you do is play peacemaker.

"I... My

but he

solo-win rate. When you were racking up championships,

a lump in his throat, the glory days still vivid in his mind,

her gaze to Quentin. "Got a big temper,

loudest, even

Quentin mumbled a response, clearly not ready

Vivienne reprimanded, "Have you forgotten how Bennett signed you despite the club's higher-ups not approving? He bet his entire career on you! Before you entered this club, you were on the verge

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