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Chapter 10
“Let's go, Low-Sero. Can't run now, can you?” Anthony picks up the controller again, and chooses his character.
“Fine,” I sigh, steeling myself. I can't hold back when it comes to videogames. “…But you're the one who can't run, Size—whatever..”What? I can't just utter his stupid name casually! It's inappropriate!Up till now, Anthony has been the only person to experience how scathing I could be once I get cocky, but now a murmur ripples through the library.“Whoa!” “He's number 1?!” “That is Miles, right?!” “It's about to get real!”I wish they'd all shut up. I don't care. If I have to do it, I'll do it and do it right. This is my art. Hate yourself for picking a fight with me over Battle Royale, Anthony! When it comes to this game, I'm A-tier.“Still as sassy as ever, huh?” Anthony whines. He's obviously mad.Related chapters
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Is Life A Single Player Experience? Chapter 06
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