?Chapter 495:


    “Will youe?” Javier leaned forward eagerly. “You will, right?” His persistent questioning nearly pushed Elena to irritation.


    Moments before the match, Javier perched anxiously in the yer’s seat, headphones positioned, eyes scanning the audience. Calls from his teammates fell on deaf ears.


    “Javier? Javier?” A teammate’s tap jolted him. “Who are you looking for?”


    Snapping back to the present, disappointment shadowed Javier’s face. “Nothing.”


    Elena had promised toe and watch the match… Why wasn’t she here yet?


    The match would begin shortly, and the doors would close toters.


    “Try your headphones,” his teammate urged. “Can you hear the sound?”


    Javier nodded mechanically.


    As the match was about to begin, tension etched itself across Javier’s features.


    Suddenly, his teammate’s excited voice crackled through the headphones, “Wow, there’s a stunning beauty in the front row!”


    The front row! Javier’s gaze darted forward, and there she was—Elena. His previous gloom evaporated instantly, reced by a surge of excitement. His teammate teased, “Javier, your expression changes when you see that beauty!”


    “Shut up,” Javierughed, his voice lightening. “That’s my cousin!” Pride resonated in every syble he spoke.


    The match began.


    Javier took his position as a jungler, immediately adopting an aggressive strategy by invading the enemy’s blue buff.


    This marked Javier’s debut as an esports yer. He was very serious.


    On the towering screen above, the camera panned across the faces of thepetitors. When it captured Javier, his striking features triggered enthusiastic cheers from the audience. Even the broadcast director couldn’t resist giving him extended screen time.


    Elena observed Javier’s gamey with analytical eyes, noting his remarkable improvement while maintaining her characteristicposure. Around Elena, young women chattered with growing enthusiasm.


    “Oh my gosh! Is he a new yer? He’s so handsome!”


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    “He’s really good at jungling!”


    “He’s my idol now!”


    “What a skilled and handsome yer! He’s my favorite now!”


    Elena noted Javier had indeed undergone rapid progress in his abilities. His skills now rivaled those of seasoned professional esports yers, though he stillcked their battle-tested experience.


    During the first ten minutes, both teams maintained economic equilibrium.


    Javier challenged the opposing yer.


    But after that crucial ten-minute mark, the carefully constructed pace began to crumble.


    The opposing mid and jungle coordinated with lethal precision, relentlessly targeting the marksman on Javier’s team. After several calcted strikes, their marksman was rendered ineffective.


    The economic gap widened—one thousand, two thousand…


    By the twentieth minute, the opposing teammanded a devastating fifteen-thousand-point lead.


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