Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 238

Karl glanced over at Cordelia, only to see her already acclimated to her new keyboard, fingers dancing over the pink keys matched with its coordinating mouse. This sight only added to his irritation.

They were here for a competition. Why the need for such girly gear?

As he pondered, the door suddenly burst open. The EW Club's coach stormed in, his brow furrowed as he announced, "CM challenged us to a scrimmage."

CM, the perennial underdogs led by Wade, chose now of all times to throw down the gauntlet, clearly aiming to mess with their heads, knowing full well that today marked the debut of their new marksman.

Floyd was the first to respond, "Just decline it."

The coach shook his head, "Wade tweeted it. If we decline, it'll look like we're scared. But going now..."

His gaze drifted to Cordelia, skepticism written all over his face.

Putting aside the question of skill, every player has their own style. It takes time to gel as a team before facing off in official competitions.

The newbie couldn't possibly mesh with the team on short notice.

Floyd frowned, checking his phone to indeed find Wade's tweet:

"Wanna scrimmage? @EW Club"

Followed by a slew of taunts:

—Do they dare? LOL.

—If I were EW Club, I'd jump at the chance. New marksman and all, it's the perfect way to mesh, especially against a team like CM.

—Right. No reason to decline. Bring it on.

—If EW Club backs out, I'm unfollowing. Can't respect that.

Using the threat of losing followers to coerce them. Clever.

With a heavy heart, Floyd finally said, "Let's play."

He was about to strategize when Karl cut in, "But Waller's shoulder needs a rest today. He can't play."

Waller, their mid-laner, carried injuries heavier than all but the marksman. Despite playing through pain, his arm would be so sore after a match, it was nearly immovable.

The coach, frustrated, knew their position at the pinnacle of the gaming world was at stake. CM was pushing them too far!

He sighed, "Explaining Waller's arm will just sound like excuses."

After all, it was only 6 PM, and professional gamers were no strangers to odd hours.

Waller, a young man in his twenties with a bit of extra weight, winced as a sharp pain shot through his arm.

"Let's do it! I can hold up!" Waller insisted.

Even in the face of defeat, they had to show their spirit.

EW Club would never back down from CM!

Fired up by Waller's resolve, the team rallied, "Right, we can't back down!"

Seeing the team's determination, Floyd nodded, "Alright, let's get ready."

As the scrimmage began, Cordelia adjusted to the desktop environment. Suddenly, Karl's curse cut through the air.

She hesitated before following Yates to Waller's side.

Arriving, she saw Waller, their mid-laner, narrowly escaping a 3-on-1 ambush. Despite his escape, his discomfort was evident.

Wade, their opponent, taunted in the game's chat, "Target mid two more times, and Waller's out for good!"

Their competitive spirit ignited, the EW Club faced the challenge head-on, determined to prove their resilience and teamwork against CM's provocations.

Waller's blood boiled with anger upon reading those words. He felt like he was on his last leg.

Despite Waller's best efforts to dodge the onslaught, he eventually couldn't escape and was taken down.

The moment the screen faded to black, Waller's hands trembled with frustration.

Unfazed, Wade kept taunting: "Come on, guys, let's crush their mid lane!"

His repeated provocations in the chat were clearly deliberate.

It wasn't just Waller's gameplay he wanted to destroy, but also his spirit, ensuring that every time Waller respawned, he'd be filled with dread.

That was beyond unfair.