Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

On the other side, Orson returned to the competition site. Lysander had made it to the finals, and he couldn’t afford to lose. He had to defeat Lysander in the finals to show everyone that he was not inferior to him. Jared watched from below and could see from the battle that Orson had a strong desire to win. If he didn’t adjust his mindset before the match, even if he won this time, he would lose in the finals. Jared also noticed that Lysander’s skills were superior to Orson’s. Now, it was all about mindset and team coordination. Jared was confident in their team coordination, but the mindset was a problem.

After finishing his interview, Lysander didn’t idle; he went to the lounge to discuss team matters with Tina and then went to the audience seats together to watch Orson’s match. From a distance, Jared saw Tina and Lysander walking over, chatting and laughing. His eyes, which had been worried about Orson, instantly became sharp. In the blink of an eye, this guy was sticking close again!

Tina naturally saw Jared too and was about to walk over when Lysander grabbed her wrist. Lysander smiled and stood naturally in front of Tina, blocking her view of Jared. “Tina, everyone is waiting for you over there. Let’s analyze the match while watching.”

Tina thought it made sense; real-time analysis would deepen their impressions. “Alright, let’s go.” So, Jared watched as Lysander led Tina to another section of the audience seats. Lysander sat down and gave Jared a provocative smile. Jared’s face instantly darkened, and he sneered.

Trying to stop him? He wouldn’t go over? Just as he got up, his phone buzzed with a text message.

Tina: “Don’t come over; we’re discussing tactics. Remember our bet!”

Jared felt a surge of frustration and sat back down in his chair. Since his wife had spoken, he naturally wouldn’t go over. But throughout the entire match, Jared’s eyes never returned to the broadcast screen. So much so that when the whole crowd cheered, he still didn’t know who had won.

“Bro, we won! We’re in the finals!” Orson was the first to rush out of the arena and pounced on Jared.

Jared extended his hand and easily stopped him with one arm’s length. “Save your excitement for when you win the finals.”

Orson felt choked by an unknown force but knew that as an esports player, the ultimate goal was to win the championship. No matter what kind of match it was, they had to give their all to win the trophy. It was a basic professional ethic for an esports player.

Orson nodded heavily. “Yes, I will definitely win the championship!”

Jared turned his gaze towards the audience seats where Tina was already surrounded by Lysander and others as they headed back to the lounge. Now that Snake had won, after a year, both teams were back on the battlefield again. Whether it would be a revenge match or a crushing victory would be determined in two days at the finals.

For Hawk, who hadn’t even made it past the group stage last year, this carried immense pressure. If they lost this year again, Hawk would have no chance of making a comeback. Moreover, this match was Edward Sullivan and his team’s last game! The last stop of their professional careers-they certainly didn’t want to lose.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Bro, let’s go celebrate!” Orson was still excited inside; they had defeated their old rival RED. Last year they lost to them and didn’t make it to the finals; it had always been a thorn in his heart. Even though they later won in friendly matches, Orson never felt satisfied. Winning today finally brought him some relief!

Jared shot him a cold look. “Lysander has already gone back to train, and you still want to celebrate? Get back to the training room!”

“Yes!” Led by Orson, everyone hurried back to the training room.

Jared took a deep breath and looked towards Hawk’s direction. This wasn’t just about his bet with Tina anymore; it was also a showdown between him and Lysander. That kid Lysander wanted to take advantage of proximity? Dream on!

In Hawk’s training room, Tina called Cole and found four other people to form a team for practice matches against Hawk. Hundreds of theoretical lessons couldn’t compare with one practical operation.

After one round, Hawk was utterly defeated; they couldn’t even push down a tower.

“Coach, these guys you found are not only better than Orson but even better than Lysander; isn’t this just crushing us?” Yeev wailed in despair.

Leon had no fight left in him either. “Coach, this is too harsh.”

Tina leaned back in her chair with a lollipop in her mouth. “Continue.”

“Another round?” Edward Sullivan couldn’t muster any enthusiasm.

Tina raised her eyes and stared at the three dejected players opposite her. “Even the most precise team has flaws; you are supposed to deliver precise strikes that are fatal rather than using evasive tactics. Remember that you need solutions for every possible situation on stage if you want any chance of winning.”

As Tina spoke on one side, Lysander also started forming teams again on the other side. “Tina, let’s go.”

Tina nodded.

After several rounds, Lysander’s team still couldn’t fight back effectively but Tina could see that they were gradually finding strategies to cope with their opponents’ tactics-even managing once to pin Cole at their base fountain.

“Alright then; it’s getting late. Rest well and prepare for the finals in two days,” Tina said as she turned off her computer.

Maintaining high tension was necessary but overextending would be counterproductive.

On Snake’s side too, Jared and Hayden’s team were driven almost crazy by continuous practice matches but each game helped them identify weaknesses and find suitable tactics.

Both teams were ready for action; on finals day-the atmosphere reached its peak.

During pre-match preparations-tensions between Lysander and Orson were already sky-high.

“This time I’ll definitely be FMVP-you just wait!” Orson glared at Lysander without backing down an inch.

Lysander mimicked Tina’s sarcastic tone perfectly: “Waiting for you crybaby? Kiddo.”

“Lysander-you’re younger than me! Stop pretending!”

“No choice-this will be my tenth FMVP including this one.”

“Bullshit!”

“Not more than yours.”

The tension between both teams was palpable but outside-their mysterious coaches seemed inseparable from each other.

On top of an outdoor terrace near arena grounds-Tina leaned against Jared’s shoulder browsing cleaning tools on some app while he asked curiously: “What are you buying?”

With a smile playing around her lips-Tina replied: “Choosing handy cleaning tools for you.”

Jared lifted her chin playfully gazing into her eyes filled with unrestrained emotions: “So sure I’ll lose?”

“Of course,” Tina raised an eyebrow defiantly.

Jared brushed his thumb across Tina’s lips murmuring softly yet intensely: “I want raise stakes.”