Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Alice looked at the screen, her voice calm. “But my goal is the national team.”

The chat bussed Sweet Lemon, join Mitzkrieg Team! National team guaranteed!

Lansing Team always loses, only making it to the finals via the revival match! Their team sucks!”

Their management is terrible! They suppressed the skilled sister, only letting her play when they were about to lose! She achieved the twelve hit comboft Alice said, “I haven’t decided which team to join. The battle is starting.”

She logged into the game. Luke, enraged, smashed his keyboard!

Chloe feigned comfort. Luke, don’t be angry. She’s just arrogant now that she’s famous. She’s trying to raise her price. Just offer more money.”

Luke frowned. “It won’t work.”

Luke, I have an idea.” Chloe watched the livestream, plotting.

Alice, mid–battle, sneezed several times, feeling a chill. She was distracted, and her opponent, a tank, landed a devastating blow, almost killing her. Alice focused, dodging behind a building. She waited for an opportunity, then launched a surprise attack.

She almost used the twelve–hit combo but stopped herself. Even without it, she won.

The chat exploded:

“If I’m not mistaken, that jump was the twelve–hit combo!”

“As a King fan, I practiced that jump countless times!”

“Sweet Lemon, were you going to use the twelve–hit combo?”

Alice guessed this would happen. “Ini a King fan too. I practiced the combo. But hard it is to pull off! She almost revealed herself.

There was a ten–minute break.

you know how *Sweet Lemon, someone from Green Fruit Live is calling you out! Respond!”

Alice clicked the link, landing on Chloe’s livestream! Chloe, in a white dress with heavy filters, looked like a pure beauty. Her eyes were red.

“Sweet Lemon, I don’t know why you broke your promise and went to Shrimp Live. Luke discovered your talent, talked to you, shared team info, and you broke your promise! That’s hurtful.”

Chloe had her own fan base; many were attacking Alice.

Alice smirked.“First: I never agreed to join Landing Team. Second: I got here on my own.”

Chloe continued crying. “No one without team training is this professional. Sweet Lemon, even if you broke your promise, you should be gracious. Instead, you went to Shrimp Live! That’s not right.”

Alice was impatient. Opening her game chat, “Here’s my conversation with Landing Team’s captain! The truth is here! She revealed her conversation with Luke. He’d been aggressive; she’d fight back.

The screenshots went viral.

The crying beauty, look closely! Luke was the one pursuing Sweet Lemon. She never agreed to join‘]

“[Now she’s jealous of Sweet Lemon’s success and trying to guilt–trip her. Shameless!] [Don’t think crying makes you right! The truth is out there!]

Chloe’s viewership soared; this was exactly what she’d wanted. Luke’s face burned. Alice had revealed their conversation, He believed “Sweet Lemon wasn’t Alice. If it were, she wouldn’t have done this; it would damage the family’s reputation. She didn’t listen, so he’d take action. He logged into the game, finding his ranking–90th. He messaged the other 90th–ranked players, telling them not to log in, his next opponent would be “Sweet Lemon.” If she wanted to advance, she’d have to beat him!

He’d planned to have her sign, then hype up the match, but that wasn’t necessary anymore.

His assistant asked, “Boss, she’s a newbie. You’re really going to fight her?”

Tl teach her a lesson!”

He was confident. A pro like him would beat a newbie. She had talent but couldn’t beat a professional.

The battle started. Seeing her opponent, Alice’s eyes turned cold. “What a coincidence.” She knew his rank, but it wasn’t just him at 90th. He’d done this on purpose. Many viewers saw this.

“[Sweet Lemon, don’t worry. You’re amazing.]

“[Why is a pro showing off here? Is this against the rules?]

[Landing Team’s captain is getting revenge!]

Alice said calmly, “Don’t worry. The match isn’t over yet.”

A hater commented: [Don’t be too çonfident. You’ll get humiliated.]

Alice ignored him. Luke’s gear was custom–made by her. Today, she would destroy it. No one knew Luke’s playstyle better than she did.

Alice picked up her weapon. Let’s begin.”

Her fingers flew across the keyboard; she predicted every move. But he couldn’t predict hers.

Five minutes later, Luke was critically injured, hiding. Alice didn’t chase him.

Luke was furious. “How? How did she know my moves?”

“Boss, she must have researched you beforehand!”

Luke shook his head.“No! That final move... I was saving it for the finals!” He suddenly realized something. “There’s one person who knows...”

Alice did. She’d suggested those moves.

Luke’s breath hitched. Was she Alice?