Evelyn has only been in the industry for a year, and really doesn’t know about the grudge between Henry Clark and William Harris. He said blankly, “Then who else could it be about? Even a fool can see you’re targeting me today.”

Henry Clark bought some beginner equipment. “I already apologized to you just now, isn’t that enough?”

“Fine.” Evelyn sighed. “I don’t blame you. If it were me, I’d target the medic too. I played terribly in the early game today. I just can’t learn Mr. Harris’s style at all. My skills aren’t as good, I admit defeat.”

Henry Clark paused.

Henry Clark stopped talking and took Evelyn to Clear Mist.

Evelyn was still wallowing in self-pity. “Sigh, same playstyle, but Mr. Harris just plays so smoothly. When he was teaching me, I was dazzled by his moves. Seriously, he’s a medic, but he actually suppresses the enemy’s assault position. Watching him got my blood pumping! He charged into your team all high and mighty, and then got taken out by you guys.”

Henry Clark took down an enemy, still silent.

“Mr. Harris is really amazing. Sigh, I give up. I can’t play the assassin medic style, it’s not for me. I’ll just stick to being a regular support.”

Henry Clark absentmindedly said, “You’re fine as you are. No need to copy someone else’s style.”

Evelyn sighed. “Our captain told me to learn it, how could I not listen? He said, while my playstyle isn’t set in stone yet, I should try learning something different. I really did try.”

“I used to be pretty scared of Mr. Harris, but surprisingly, he’s got a great temper. Even when I kept asking him questions, he never got impatient. Probably because of our captain. Mr. Harris is a good teacher, but I’m not a good student. I really tried, but if you can’t learn it, you just can’t.”

Henry Clark said, “Then just let it go.”

“Our captain thinks so too, but our manager won’t give up and insists I keep practicing. Whatever, it’s for my own good. If they want me to practice, I’ll practice.” Evelyn said miserably, “Speaking of which... Mr. Clark, can I use you for practice? I’ll play the front line, look after me, okay?”

Henry Clark was lost in thought at Evelyn’s words, then snapped back. “Alright.”

He’d just crushed Evelyn in the arena earlier that day, and Henry Clark did feel a little guilty about it. So when Evelyn asked to practice with him, Henry Clark agreed without a second thought. But after just ten minutes, Henry Clark regretted it.

The reason was simple: Evelyn’s assassin medic was just so damn bad!

Except for when he played on a smurf account during streams, Henry Clark hadn’t seen such a terrible medic in ages!

From his very first day playing this game, Henry Clark had never flamed a medic, but today he almost broke that rule.

“You f—” Henry Clark gritted his teeth and swallowed his words. “You’re too aggressive... Can’t you at least try to count how many enemies are on the other side?”

“You m— Move slower, can’t you?”

“I s— The grass, go to the west side of the grass, did you hear me?! Go!!! Didn’t you hear me?!!!”

The two of them duo queued for three hours, and Henry Clark’s main account ranking plummeted from number one in the national server to number seventeen at breakneck speed.

After finishing another match, Henry Clark opened the national top 100 leaderboard and stared at his new rank—nineteen—for a long time, speechless.

Henry Clark didn’t want to rage. He lit a cigarette.

Evelyn asked cautiously, “Mr. Clark? Are we... still playing?”

Henry Clark exhaled a puff of smoke, and after a long while said, “Do you know how many high-ranked games I have to play every week to keep my number one spot?”

“I’ve held the top rank for four months straight. If I don’t drop today and keep it up for another half month, I’ll break the record...”

Henry Clark started to doubt honest Evelyn. “Are you throwing my games on purpose?”

Evelyn was on the verge of tears. “I wish I was, but I’m really just that bad. You smoke, calm down, calm down.”

Henry Clark shook his head, cigarette in mouth. “No, no, no, go ask Captain Grant to practice with you. I’m done.”

Evelyn was heartbroken. “He stopped practicing with me ages ago. My assassin medic just scared off another assault player.”

Henry Clark said, “For the sake of you being one of my few friends, I’ll give you some honest advice: give up.”

“I think so too. Assassin medics are rare and hard to come by. I don’t want to try anymore... ah!” Evelyn suddenly remembered something. “Mr. Clark, weren’t you an assassin-type medic before you switched roles?”

Henry Clark took a drag of his cigarette and mumbled an affirmative.

“Such a rare talent! Why did you switch roles back then? What a waste!!!” Evelyn thought for a moment, then added, “But you did reach the top as an assault player too, so I guess it’s not a waste. Still, good medics are already rare, and assassin medics are even rarer. It’s such a pity.”

Henry Clark exited the map. “Nothing to pity.”

Evelyn still felt the loss. “Truly, the favored are fearless... But why did you switch roles? Ahhh, what a shame.”

Henry Clark ignored Evelyn, finished his cigarette, and was about to shut down his computer, but Evelyn kept yelling and pestering him with questions. Henry Clark couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t even feel it’s a pity myself, why are you heartbroken for me?”