NovelXXXChapter 386 Quentin's lips curled into a smirk as he shot a cold glance across the field at Wade. His tone was taunting. "I don't care how you do it, just make sure that bastard Wade loses-badly." Last time, Wade had beaten him in the race. This time, at the national finals, Quentin was determined to grind the guy into the dust.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA teammate, eager to please, beamed as he slapped Quentin on the back. "Don't worry, Quentin. Wade doesn't stand a chance against you." Meanwhile, Wade happened to look Quentin's way. He raised an eyebrow, and without missing a beat, flipped Quentin the middle finger. Then, grinning, he silently mouthed something in Quentin's direction.
Someone on Quentin's team whispered, "What did he say? Sounded like skind of proverb or something." "Shut up," Quentin snapped, his expression dark. He ignored the question, but he knew exactly what Wade had mouthed: "Loser." That son of a bitch.
On Wade's side, he was laughing. "Look at him fuming over there. Careful, or he'll give himself an ulcer." The rest of Wade's team burst out laughing, snearly doubled over.
Curry Black was grinning ear to ear. "Man, Wade, you've got a wicked tongue." Wade just shrugged, unbothered. "Can you blme? Quentin's a jerk and deserves every bit of it." Curry fiddled with his handheld gconsole and said, "You beat Quentin in the last race, so he's probably been stewing ever since. Now you're going out of your way to join this competition just to mess with him. I've got a feeling things between you two are only going to get uglier." Wade shrugged again, clearly unconcerned. "Let them. I couldn't care less. As far as I'm concerned, that guy's my sworn enemy." He added, "This time, I'm going to beat him for sure." Curry paused, his expression shifting slightly. "Honestly, Quentin's a pro when it comes to gaming. Winning against him won't be easy." Then something seemed to occur to him. "Actually, I'll bet neither of you will win this time." "Why's that?" Wade shot upright, eyeing Curry with confusion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCurry replied, "Haven't you heard? The top-ranked player is entering the finals this year. You really think either of you stands a chance?" Wade stared at him, stunned. "You mean CrimsonFirst?"
He wasn't even that good at this particular game; he'd only signed up to annoy Quentin. But even so, he knew the legends about Crimson First word number one, a neveryone in the e-sports scene recognized. The guy's builds and tactics were still trending online, basically the gold standard for competitive play. "Yeah, that Crimson First," Curry confirmed. Wade whistled low. "No way. That guy never bothers with tournaments like this. Why's he coming out now?" Curry recalled something he'd read online. "Word is, Crimson First's older brother is a huge e-sports fan. Rumor has it, he's entering the tournament to help his brother fulfill his dream."
Wade let out a slow breath. "Well, that settles it. Quentin's definitely not getting the world championship this time. He didn't really care about the title himself-as long as Quentin didn't win, he was happy. Curry just shook his head.
For as long as anyone could remember, Quentin and Wade had been notorious rivals. No matter ё m what one of them did, the other was always there to stir up trouble or crash the party. After all these years, nothing had changed.
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