“The PUD lineup is better than HT’s.” Ryan Cooper interrupted him, “...If they don’t mess up in the early game, PUD has a higher win rate in the mid to late game. Also, keep your voice down, don’t disturb the people around us watching the match.”

With the commentator’s booming voice, who could he possibly disturb?

Evan Clark inexplicably let out an “oh” and lowered his own volume.

David Parker was watching intently when Little Brian suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

“Mr. Parker,” Little Brian said, “how about you switch seats with Captain?”

David Parker asked in confusion, “Why?”

“Can you really bear to let him sit next to that blue-haired loudmouth?”

Hearing this, David Parker couldn’t help but glance quickly to his right. “It’s fine, isn’t it? I think he looks pretty well-behaved, just a little guy, shouldn’t be a problem.”

Little Brian stared wide-eyed.

He dyes his hair, he has a scowl, he curses people, and he’s a well-behaved little brother?

In the end, David Parker still went to talk to Brian Carter about it.

“Hey, how about we switch seats?”

Ryan Cooper was absentmindedly watching the big screen when he suddenly heard this.

He kept his eyes forward, but secretly pricked up his ears.

Brian Carter asked, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” David Parker said, “I can see a bit better from this spot.”

Brian Carter didn’t move. “I can see fine from here too.”

David Parker paused for two seconds. “Little Brian wants you to sit over here and watch together, he said he wants to hear your commentary on the match.”

Ryan Cooper leaned back in his chair, his face looking even more sullen.

“When we get back, Mr. Harris will arrange a review.” Brian Carter said, “Let’s just watch the match.”

Both PUD and HT were in great form today. After trading wins for two games each, the score was once again a tense 2:2.

No one expected that for two weeks in a row, the matches would go to a deciding game. The atmosphere at the venue reached its peak, and even during PUD’s short break, the audience was still chanting their name.

“Another tiebreaker, this is just too exciting.” Evan Clark stood up and said, “I can’t, I need to go to the bathroom so I can focus on the match later. Are you coming?”

Ryan Cooper nodded and stood up with him, instinctively about to head to the right.

But Evan Clark stopped him first: “Go left, the bathroom’s on the left.”

Ryan Cooper: “...”

He turned around and saw Brian Carter with his head down, playing on his phone.

A few seconds later, Brian Carter looked up. “Heading out?”

Ryan Cooper: “...Yeah.”

The seats in their two rows weren’t arranged well, and the space between chairs was a bit tight. Brian Carter had long legs, and even curled up, he could barely make a narrow passage.

Ryan Cooper kept his head down, wanting to pass quickly. He had just taken a step when the spectator in front of Brian Carter suddenly stood up, pushing the chair back, forcing Ryan Cooper to stop in his tracks.

Ryan Cooper looked at his own leg, now stuck between Brian Carter’s legs, and thought maybe he should just saw it off.

The person in front clearly hadn’t noticed them and had already left with their friend. Ryan Cooper took a deep breath, just about to step back, when Brian Carter suddenly straightened up and leaned toward him—then stopped at a distance of a fist from his waistband.

Brian Carter pushed the chair in front away and said, “Go ahead.”

Ryan Cooper tossed out a quick “thanks,” sped past Brian Carter, and left without looking back.

As soon as Ryan Cooper left, Little Brian exaggeratedly said, “That loudmouth actually said thank you!”

Pine: “Would you dare say that in front of him?”

“Who wants to talk to him,” Little Brian said, “but he really does seem to be my brother’s fan. Did you see his hat? It even has my brother’s signature on it.”

The others all looked at Brian Carter, who said calmly, “It’s not signed, it’s printed.”

David Parker chimed in, “Probably some merch from a tournament a few years ago.”

“So many teams came today. I just counted, and including us, at least four teams are here.” Little Brian finished, then seemed to think of something and gloated, “Now the whole audience knows Soft is here. He’s offended so many people—will those players’ fans come after him?”

Mr. Harris smacked him on the head. “Alright, stop talking nonsense. I’m going to buy some water, you come with me.”

Little Brian and Pine were dragged off as porters. David Parker, tired of sitting, was just about to get up and stretch his legs when Brian Carter called out to him.

-

Ryan Cooper rinsed his face twice with cold water before returning to his seat.

The night breeze on his face made him feel unusually clear-headed. When he got back, the fifth game was just starting.

At the fifty-first minute, PUD was counterattacked by HT and unfortunately lost the match. At the moment the game ended, the girl sitting in front covered her face and sobbed, and even the commentator’s voice was a little choked up.

“Sigh, what a pity, they could have won, but they messed up the last team fight.” As they were getting ready to leave, Evan Clark kept sighing, “PUD’s mid-jungle coordination was so good in game four, why didn’t they pick that lineup again?”

Ryan Cooper hadn’t been paying much attention and couldn’t even remember what PUD played in game four.