William Harris has only ever played Medic since his debut; even during casual streams, he never plays other classes. In the past, when he participated in events, the organizers would personally invite him to showcase other classes, but William Harris would always politely decline. He himself has said in many interviews that he doesn’t like playing other classes.

Henry Clark nodded. “He doesn’t like it, but if he doesn’t play Assault, how could he go on stage as my teammate?”

The team’s Medic looked complicated. “So, looking at it this way, Whisper used to treat you…”

“Very well.”

“For my debut match, he accompanied me. He taught me everything I didn’t know, down to the smallest detail.” Henry Clark’s expression returned to normal, and his voice finally steadied. “Just like now—when emotions are running high, not avoiding the problem, saying out loud what’s causing you pain, venting through conversation to quickly calm yourself down—that’s something he taught me too.”

The Medic couldn’t help but ask, “He used to treat you so well, so how did you two end up like this?”

“That’s exactly the problem. It’s because he treated me too well before.” Henry Clark gripped his mouse and said lightly, “So later, when he easily pushed me away, it left me brooding about it ever since.”

Henry Clark gave a small laugh and murmured, “If I had never seen the light…”

He didn’t continue. Holding his breath for two seconds, as a burst of gunfire rang out, Henry Clark steadily fired a whole magazine into the same bullet hole.

His teammates were nearly shocked speechless.

“To meet a senior with such a past again, and coincidentally, seeing him send Evelyn on stage reminded me of when he sent me out for my first match. I lost control of my emotions and made a fool of myself in front of everyone.” Henry Clark let go of the mouse and rubbed his shoulder, his expression back to normal. “Alright, I’m fine now.”

His teammates watched Henry Clark’s smooth, fluid moves and marveled, “…That emotional adjustment is insane.”

The match was about to start. The sniper asked, “Their lineup hasn’t changed, so should we stick to our old strategy against NSN and focus entirely on their two Assaults?”

Henry Clark said, “No, today we target the Medic.”

The sniper was surprised. “You want to focus on Evelyn today? Aren’t you two on good terms?”

“It’s because we’re on good terms that I’ll pay extra attention.” Henry Clark adjusted his mic. “Target their Medic relentlessly. Ideally, kill him the moment he shows his face—don’t give him any room to operate.”

The Assault laughed. “We’re playing like that? But Evelyn usually doesn’t peek early on, can we really target him?”

Henry Clark stared at the screen. “I’m guessing he will.”

The Assault raised an eyebrow. “Alright! I love mindlessly focusing on one person.”

The team’s Medic shivered. “You guys are too ruthless!”

The match began.

Just as Henry Clark expected, Evelyn followed the Assault to the map’s transition point right at the start. Henry Clark was so familiar with that movement route that he didn’t even have the sniper scope in to confirm—he just unleashed a burst and took Evelyn’s first blood.

With first blood secured, Henry Clark could upgrade his □□.

The IAC Medic was stunned. “The poison mist hasn’t even cleared—how did you see him?”

“I didn’t see, I heard.” Henry Clark held his breath. “Next, he’ll flank around back to the west to give the Assault a photon shield. Sniper, keep an eye out.”

It was as if Evelyn was following Henry Clark’s commands. Two minutes later, on the west side of the map, IAC’s sniper took him out again.

The sniper chuckled. “He made it all the way to the west and you still heard him?”

“Didn’t hear, just guessed.”

“He’s lost two lives already. Next, he won’t dare clear the mist alone—he’ll stick with the Assault for assist points.” Henry Clark said quickly. “Medic, follow me. Time to face them head-on.”

Hearing this, the team’s Medic gave the sniper a photon shield and then stuck close behind Henry Clark. Sure enough, three seconds later, after losing two lives, NSN couldn’t hold back and came straight at Henry Clark head-on.

Henry Clark had already anticipated this, and with better gear than Edward Grant, he wasn’t afraid of an early skirmish. Henry Clark immediately fired and ordered his Medic to hide behind cover, then landed two shots on Edward Grant with a preemptive spray. Edward Grant didn’t force the fight; realizing Henry Clark had predicted his position, he quickly retreated into his team’s poison mist, avoiding a death, and even managed to hit Henry Clark once before ducking behind cover. Unfortunately, NSN’s other Assault, Brian Reed, didn’t have Edward Grant’s awareness—he dodged too slowly and was taken out by Henry Clark. Evelyn, trying to save Brian Reed, accidentally exposed himself and was picked off by Henry Clark’s Assault teammate.

“Nice!”

Less than five minutes in, IAC’s Assault and Sniper had both scored kills, and the Medic had picked up assist points. The whole team upgraded their gear.

The team’s Sniper was incredulous. “How do you even know their movements?”

Henry Clark opened the upgrade menu to buy ammo. “It’s nothing, I just know this strategy too well.”

In the early game, using the Medic as bait gives the Assault and Sniper plenty of room to shine, letting them focus on picking off targets in the first five minutes. As long as the Medic doesn’t die, they can seize a huge early advantage.

This is William Harris’s strategy.

But unfortunately, Evelyn’s skills aren’t enough to support this playstyle.