Of course, whenever he saw someone else making a stupid move, he always wanted to shove that guy aside, take control of the character himself, and then dominate the game!

When he got to the non-smoking area, the air was much better here, and you rarely saw dyed-hair youths, foot-scratching uncles, or nose-ringed tough girls. If you were lucky, you might even spot a beauty or two.

"Who are you calling names, who are you calling a coward?!" Suddenly, a roar rang out.

"Whoever's a coward, that's who I'm calling. If you can't handle losing, just say so. Why waste time!" Another voice, with a mocking tone, floated over.

"I can't handle losing? Cut the crap, even four against five, we can crush you like dogs!" Eric Carter shouted gruffly.

"Oh, four against five? I wonder who lost like a dog last week, didn't even last 30 minutes. If it's four against five, I bet you'll be hiding in the fountain in ten minutes, too scared to come out!" That mocking voice laughed. A few others nearby chimed in as well.

Both sides were caught up in a heated war of words.

Class 3 and Class 8 were mortal enemies. Whether it was the school sports meet, basketball games, or soccer matches, they'd been rivals since the second year of high school, and the hatred ran deep.

Now the rivalry had extended to League of Legends. After all, in the eyes of students, competitive gaming was just as important as sports, and playing competitively could bring out a man's fighting spirit just the same!

"Everyone, stop arguing!" Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out.

The voice wasn't loud, but it easily held the crowd in check. All the guys shut their mouths, as if worried about making a bad impression in front of the owner of that voice.

"Hehe, Olivia, you saw the last match too. They’re no match for me at all. Tomorrow, Sunday, I'll play with you and guarantee a 100% win rate!" David Morgan from Class 3 said with a beaming smile.

David Morgan had a pale face, so clean it looked like flowers could bloom on it, but his eyes weren't so clean. Whenever he looked at you, you could always sense either disdain or disgust. Yet, when his eyes landed on Olivia Parker, they became the picture of honesty and friendliness!

Olivia Parker's reputation for beauty had long spread throughout the senior year. Sexy, confident, and full of energy. She was into a wide range of things, including stuff guys liked, and lately, she'd become obsessed with League of Legends.

After this news got out, countless top players in the senior year started showing off, and quite a few even pulled all-nighters at the internet café just to get closer to her through the game.

Sigh, when a beauty appears in a male-dominated competition, her value is even more captivating and attractive than in any other field.

Girls, this is a universal truth!

What guy doesn't want a girlfriend who can game shirtless with him, and is also smoking hot with a gorgeous face?

No, if such a girl exists, she's not just a girl—she's a goddess!!

"Since no one else is stepping up, I'll play support. It's just a match." Olivia Parker glanced at the guys who looked like they'd swallowed gunpowder and said casually.

"No way!" Both Eric Carter and David Morgan objected.

They'd both secretly placed bets.

And if Olivia Parker played support, the match would lose its fun. This match was all about the beauty first, crushing the opponents second.

Friendship and integrity? Whoever wants them can have them.

"Hey, everyone, I'm here." Jason Bennett felt it was time for him to make his entrance.

Eric Carter, Lily Harris, Ethan Foster, and Mark Bailey all turned their heads. Olivia Parker happened to be standing with the Class 8 crowd, and her beautiful big eyes also looked over, curiously sizing up Jason Bennett.

"Bro, you finally made it! What do you want to drink? I'll get it for you, my treat," Eric Carter said excitedly.

"Coke, please," Jason Bennett replied without hesitation.

"Alrighty." With that, Eric Carter went to grab a bottle of Coke.

"Never seen this guy before. Is he some ringer they pulled in last minute?" Paul Grant from Class 3 pointed at Jason Bennett and said.

Jason Bennett had transferred into Class 8 in senior year and rarely interacted with people from other classes, so the Class 3 guys naturally didn't know him.

"He's from Class 8." This time, it was Olivia Parker who spoke up, sounding very sure.

"How do you know he's from Class 8? But even if they brought in a ringer, it doesn't matter. They're just four losers who can't do anything right. All bark, no bite." David Morgan said, pretending not to care.

Jason Bennett himself was a bit puzzled as to how Olivia Parker was so sure he was from Class 8.

Other than occasionally sneaking a peek at her beautiful legs when hanging out with Eric Carter and the others, he didn't think he'd ever spoken a word to her. There was no reason for the goddess of the senior year to remember his face.

Could it be that she saw through his ordinary appearance and noticed his inner charm and charisma?

Sigh, how does that saying go? Some men, no matter how down and out or how much they try to hide it, always have a certain special aura and melancholy that unintentionally shows in their eyes. This natural charm is bound to be noticed by women with a keen eye, like a firefly in the night—so bright, so outstanding...