The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel 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."

The main thing was, the rest of them had been playing for ages. If they accidentally crushed Citrine and made her upset, none of them would feel good about it.

"I know how to play," Citrine replied, fingers already flying over the keyboard as she logged in.

Travis happened to catch a glimpse of her screen—it was the familiar loading screen for "Final Showdown," their favorite 5-on-5 shooter. He froze.

"How did you know we play this game?" he asked.

"I heard the soundtrack earlier when you guys all got wiped out," Citrine said, not missing a beat.

Travis scratched his head, a little sheepish. "We just lost because we got careless, that's all," he tried to explain.

Before he could say more, Sylvan suddenly let out a loud exclamation. "No way! Sis, you're ranked at our level?"

The rest of the group crowded around to peek at Citrine's screen. Right next to her username was the "Champion" badge—just one star shy of their own ranking.