"Angela, are you an idiot?"
"Angela, are you a spy from the enemy team?"
"Angela, your family should be cursed!"
Molly Thompson watched the insults pop up on the screen, silently memorizing them to report later after the game.
Of course, she would be the one reported the most, ending up with a ban.
In situations like this, she never failed to face the consequences.
She was born to be stubborn, hitting the wall and not turning back, even more stubborn than a bull.
To fight alongside her crush Maxwell Grant, she was ready to face anything!
Molly didnt know where her confidence came from, but she believed she could catch his attention and reach the peak of her life.
However, reality is often cruel, and she lost the game again.
She skillfully exited, lightly tapping on the report button for those who insulted her.
As expected, she would receive the same number of reports and even some likes from the other team.
Without surprise, she received a message from the official: "Low reputation, banned..."
Molly was a junior in college, and in half a year, she would graduate and enter society. Before that, she had a small wish to fulfill.
She wanted to have a heart and soul-stirring romance with Maxwell Grant from the computer science department next door.
Unfortunately, this fantasy had been going on for three years, and she still hadnt found the courage to talk to him.
Finally, luck was on her side when she found out that Maxwell was playing the Kings Glory.
It was a godsend! Molly practiced hard for the game.
Thinking of the scene where she would fight alongside her crush was too beautiful.
Lost in her fantasy, she was distracted.
Her roommate, Wendy Carter, suddenly came over, saw Mollys glorious achievements, and snatched her phone, exclaiming, "Wow! Molly, you can lose so badly!"
The library was quiet, and Wendys loud voice probably reached everyone within a ten-mile radius.
Molly was embarrassed and quickly took back her phone, only to find Maxwell standing behind her.
Maxwell was as handsome as ever, with his white shirt and black pants, exuding a cold aura as if he was a prince from a comic book.
It seemed he had been standing there for a while.
Suddenly, her face turned red and green, and she quickly left the library with her head down.
She sat on the lawn, feeling very down at the moment.
Maxwell must have seen her miserable performance, thinking she was a loser, and probably despised her!
The overwhelming frustration attacked her fragile heart, and Molly sat there with her phone, pouting.
Suddenly, she received a friend request from someone named Ryan Smoke.
Molly was even more depressed; no doubt this person had added her as a friend to scold her for the terrible game just now, and she was used to this kind of situation.
She rejected the friend request, but soon the person sent another request.
Molly was bored and annoyed, so she accepted, ready to have a heated argument with him.
But the other party sent a very friendly message.
Ryan Smoke: Hi, I heard youre not a team killer, lets fly together!
Mollys mouth twitched. Are you blind?
She was a team killer, no doubt about it!
Molly: Who told you Im not a team killer?
Ryan Smoke: To be honest, Im a newbie, just got this account, and Ive been adding friends randomly, but no one agreed except you.
Molly: "..." So, youre even worse than her?
Ryan Smoke: Miss, youre so good, you wont refuse me, right?
She had already opened the page to delete this rookie, but because of the phrase Miss, youre so good, she decided to give him some face.
She needed a rookie to boost her self-esteem.