“If top mid laner can catch up, our game will be easier. Our opponents today are the Pit Viper, a total of four teams. Who will be the champion? It will be decided tonight. Audiences and fans from all over the world are watching us.”
“All right, get ready for what's next. Adjust your emotions, don't let the pressure get to you.”
Bruce was a chubby man in his thirties who had been serving as a coach for LP all these years.
He had an incredibly deep bond with these team members as if they were his own children.
After a three-year hiatus, H Nation's team had once again made it to the finals. One could only imagine the immense pressure these kids must be feeling.
“Trev, how's your right hand?” Bruce walked over to Trevor. Due to years of training and competition, Trevor's right hand often suffered from occupational ailments.
E-sports players, to varying degrees, tend to have some occupational ailments, so Bruce was even more concerned about Trevor's condition today.
Just then, suddenly, Jeremiah sitting next to Trevor clutched his stomach, his face turning pale. “Coach, I think my stomach hurts a bit.”
“Why does your stomach suddenly hurt?”
Bruce was taken aback, quickly steadying Jeremiah, while shouting to the others, “Call a doctor, quickly call a doctor!”
“No, I need to use the bathroom!” Jeremiah clutched his stomach and dashed toward the restroom.
Bruce was running around in circles frantically. “At such a crucial moment, why on earth did he get a stomachache?”
“Coach, my stomach hurts too...” Mid laner suddenly stood up, clutching his stomach as he bolted off toward the bathroom.
“Coach, my stomach hurts too...” Mid laner suddenly stood up, clutching his stomach as he bolted off toward the bathroom.
Bruce suddenly felt lightheaded.
“We're about to go on stage. We're about to compete! Was there an issue with tonight's dinner?”
Bruce was the first to react, instructing the logistics staff, “Go check the food for tonight's dinner!”
But the cleaning ladies took away the food directly at that time... I guess the garbage has been taken away by now,” the logistics person said with a troubled look. “We can't trace it.”
Bruce was so angry that his face turned green.
It would be bearable if it were just the supporter with a problem. But now there's a problem with the mid laner too. What are we going to do?
“No way! Boss isn't competing anymore, right?” Trevor looked at Bruce with a face full of shock.
“But she hasn't announced her retirement! She's always been with us in the LP Club. She's still our boss, our investor! If she could play, then who cares about Pit Viper?”
As he spoke, Bruce quickly grabbed his phone and started dialing a number.
At this moment, Ashlyn and Lucas had already taken their seats in the second row of the competition venue.
This spot was quite good. The front row was usually reserved for senior management from Heroes' League Games or some invited guests.
Behind them were the folks like Silas from Section Six, along with Jonathan and Jared. There were also Blair, Winsor, Tinsor, and Naomi.
Almost everyone in their group who enjoyed playing games had arrived.
All performances by the guests had come to an end.
At that moment, the host began to speak. “Now, let's welcome Pit Viper from Maredania.”
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