NOVEL NEXT Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest
Her eye twitched violently.
"They couldn't even step up in lane!" she growled. "They were stuck under turret the entire time, and now they wanna talk?! LOOK AT THAT GUY!"
She pinged the enemy carry, whose pathetic last-hitting was on full display.
"He can't even farm minions! What the hell is he talking for?!"
Astron remained quiet, dodging an enemy skill shot as he repositioned on the map.
Irina's rage meter continued to skyrocket.
"I hate this. I HATE when people all-chat like this. I WILL NOT LET THESE BASTARDS WIN."
Astron sighed lightly, keeping his eyes on the game. "It's just a game. Why bother?"
Irina's head snapped toward him so fast she almost dislocated something.
"No." She pointed at the screen, her jaw clenched. "I will make these guys lose."
Astron looked at her, studying her face.
She was angry.
No, furious.
Her teeth were clenched, her fingers tight on the controller, her entire body tense with competitive fury.
And then—
She started typing.
[InfernoQueen]: Wow. You talk a lot for a guy who had 0 lane control.
[InfernoQueen]: Hope you're enjoying that free turret gold we gave you, because that's all you're getting.
The enemy team immediately responded.
[Enemy Carry]: ??? XDD ur just mad
[Enemy Carry]: Support diff tbh
Irina's face twisted with pure rage.
"You wanna keep
Chapter 902 207.3 - InfernoKnight
Chapter 902 207.3 - InfernoKnight
Irina slammed her hands on her lap, gripping the controller tightly as she respawned. "Oh, hell no. These guys? Daring to talk?!"
Astron glanced at the chat, reading the messages without a shred of emotion. "They seem… chatty."
Irina seethed, her amber eyes narrowing at the enemy team's smug texts.
"LOL NICE THROW"
"CARRY DIFF GG"
Her eye twitched violently.
"They couldn't even step up in lane!" she growled. "They were stuck under turret the entire time, and now they wanna talk?! LOOK AT THAT GUY!"
She pinged the enemy carry, whose pathetic last-hitting was on full display.
"He can't even farm minions! What the hell is he talking for?!"
Astron remained quiet, dodging an enemy skill shot as he repositioned on the map.
Irina's rage meter continued to skyrocket.
"I hate this. I HATE when people all-chat like this. I WILL NOT LET THESE BASTARDS WIN."
Astron sighed lightly, keeping his eyes on the game. "It's just a game. Why bother?"
Irina's head snapped toward him so fast she almost dislocated something.
"No." She pointed at the screen, her jaw clenched. "I will make these guys lose."
Astron looked at her, studying her face.
She was angry.
No, furious.
Her teeth were clenched, her fingers tight on the controller, her entire body tense with competitive fury.
And then—
She started typing.
[InfernoQueen]: Wow. You talk a lot for a guy who had 0 lane control.
[InfernoQueen]: Hope you're enjoying that free turret gold we gave you, because that's all you're getting.
The enemy team immediately responded.
[Enemy Carry]: ??? XDD ur just mad
[Enemy Carry]: Support diff tbh
Irina's face twisted with pure rage.
"You wanna keep
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