Naturally, in the streaming room of a popular player like Henry Clark, there’s never a shortage of haters. In the barrage of comments, people kept spamming the same thing over and over, trying to stir things up by saying that Henry Clark could only dominate in low-rank games.

The haters would spam it every now and then. While waiting in queue, Henry Clark glanced at the chat and happened to see one:

【Every stream you play on a smurf, only daring to show off your skills in low-rank games? If you’ve got guts, show off on your main account.】

Henry Clark had long since become immune to such low-level bait. He glanced at it and didn’t care, continuing to wait in queue. Unfortunately, the queue timed out and the system automatically canceled it, so Henry Clark simply logged out of his smurf and logged into the official main account that the league had assigned to each player.

The chat immediately erupted in cheers.

His main account had already reached the top of the national server rankings, so the queue was even slower. Henry Clark clicked to queue up, leaned back in his gaming chair, put a cigarette in his mouth, and quietly waited to get into a game.

While waiting for the match, Henry Clark stared at his in-game character for a moment, lost in thought.

Henry Clark was indeed affected by the news of William Harris returning to the country.

It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, nothing he couldn’t admit. After two years, his former captain, his former professional mentor, his former ultimate career goal... and the person he once hated most, had returned to the domestic league. Wasn’t it normal for his emotions to be a little stirred up?

Henry Clark had expected William Harris to return, but not this soon.

Henry Clark was still clear about William Harris’s contract length. If he remembered correctly, William Harris should have had three months left on his contract with the German team.

Henry Clark tapped the keyboard lightly and thought to himself: Three months early.

But it made sense. Since William Harris was back, he was definitely going to keep playing. The new season would start in two months, so William Harris needed to sign with a new team before then, spend about a month getting used to his new teammates, adapt to the domestic league’s pace, and then enter the new season in top form.

He had everything planned out perfectly.

The stream was still running, so it wasn’t convenient to use the computer. Henry Clark picked up his phone and searched for some keywords.

The news of William Harris’s return had broken out three days ago on the country’s hottest esports forum. The news was everywhere, and most of the debate was still about William Harris’s previous “betrayal” of the league. But now that the domestic league was short on medics, players were happy to see him return. Other than that, there wasn’t much real information—just repeated rumors that Whisper had left the European league and would soon return to register in the domestic league.

When exactly he’d return, and which team he’d join after returning... there wasn’t a single useful piece of news.

Henry Clark tossed his phone aside, and countless team names flashed through his mind.

Aside from the Saint team, which also centered its playstyle around medics and was unlikely, any of the other top-tier teams were possible.

Including his own team, IAC.

David Wright talked a good game, saying he wouldn’t sign William Harris for Henry Clark’s sake, but even Henry Clark himself found that laughable.

Whether for the club’s overall commercial value, for the team’s performance, or just for the buzz, as long as it could bring IAC tangible benefits, David Wright and the other higher-ups wouldn’t care about his feelings.

In a purely commercial club, he was just a player who could make money. Henry Clark had seen through all this crap two years ago. Now, hearing these awkward platitudes was just ridiculous.

With a cash cow like William Harris coming back, David Wright had definitely reached out already. Now it was just a matter of whether they could strike a deal.

If they really did...

Henry Clark moved his lips, unconsciously glancing at the computer screen. The game still hadn’t queued up.

Henry Clark glanced at the chat, which was also discussing which team Whisper would join, and their analysis was actually pretty on point.

【Bottom-tier teams shouldn’t even be in the discussion—they can’t afford him.】

【No need to talk about Saint either. They’re the team least in need of medics, or rather, the only team that doesn’t lack top-tier medics.】

【IAC can be ruled out too, right? Even though IAC’s medic is average, if Whisper comes to IAC, this transfer window wouldn’t just be an earthquake, it’d be the apocalypse.】

【No way, if he really comes to IAC, I’m worried Henry Clark will sneak into William Harris’s dorm at midnight and stab him = =】

【NSN is a possibility. William Harris has a connection with their captain, but who knows if NSN is willing to spend the money.】

【All things considered, Bison is the most likely. The club owner is rich and can definitely afford William Harris, but having William Harris work with Bison’s two trash assaulters would be such a waste.】

【Hahahaha, anyway, the Bison owner isn’t short on cash. He could just buy Henry Clark too.】

【Yeah, hahaha, just buy them both. As long as they don’t kill each other, our league is guaranteed to win Worlds next year.】

【As much as I want Henry Clark to transfer to Bison, can you guys stop always tying Henry Clark and Whisper together? Isn’t it annoying to keep stirring things up?】

【Please, stop jinxing it. If these two end up on the same team, the fans will really go crazy.】

Henry Clark stared at the chat expressionlessly, following the fans’ train of thought and calculating the chances of being on the same team as William Harris next season.

William Harris joining IAC.

Or both he and William Harris being bought by Bison at the same time.