Chapter 151
Chapter 151:
It was no surprise, then, that these sharp-minded freshmen had no interest in a tedious, uninspiring orientation.
Sloane had already produced a phone dedicated to gaming, proudly claiming it allowed her to multitask—playing and chatting at the same time.
Sloane’s infectious enthusiasm eventually wore Fernanda down, and she joined in for a match.
Appearances could deceive. Beneath Sloane’s cute exterior lay a fierce competitor, her chosen top-lane fighter role reflecting her love for direct confrontations.
“I can’t resist taking down those guys,” Sloane declared, her fingers dancing across her screen. “They need to understand—I own the top lane p>
Fernanda mused on how so many people seemed obsessed with claiming dominance.
Neal was like that. And now Sloane.
Their low-ranked alternate accounts made the first match laughably easy, resulting in a decisive victory.
“That was too simple,” Sloane grumbled. “I want a real challenge.” She opened the nearby players list, intent on inviting someone less skilled for the thrill of carrying them to victory.
Sloane had her rules: no ugly avatars, no bizarre usernames, and no shady profiles. She picked players who felt “right p>
“This one,” she said, pointing at an avatar with a pink, whimsical design and the name Mimi Berry. “Sounds like a girl p>
Mimi Berry joined their team without hesitation.
With the orientation still in progress, voice chat was off-limits. Sloane resorted to typing, coaxing Mimi Berry to respond, but was met with silence. Mimi Berry stayed wordless.
“Do you think this is some guy pretending to be a cute girl?” Sloane muttered, visibly deflated. “Loads of guys do that just to get carried p>
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The difficulty of the match escalated noticeably. One teammate, particularly foul-tempered, unleashed a torrent of curses after a failed team fight, targeting Mimi Berry with increasing hostility.
Mimi Berry stayed silent, entirely absorbed in the game, while the teammate’s insults grew more vile and offensive.
Irritated, Sloane typed a sharp defense of Mimi Berry, only to find herself under fire. The teammate then widened his tirade to include all women, his comments becoming unbearably misogynistic.
Finally, Mimi Berry had enough. She switched on her mic and delivered a scathing verbal counterattack. Her words came fast and sharp, dismantling the teammate’s insults with devastating precision, leaving him utterly speechless.
Defeated, the teammate muted himself without a word.
Mimi Berry wasn’t just a woman—she was a force to be reckoned with.