Chapter 113: Struck by Frost
Last night:
Archie Norris walked across the campus, his hands in his hoodie’s pockets, and the evening breeze brushed past his face. His mind was filled with that silver-haired boy. He remembered Lulu saying he was a freshman, so that explained why he was with Russell in military training.
Was it really him? That trashy support FrostbiteAshe? How could he be sure?
He knew his obsession was bizarre. But the boy had caught his eyes. Archie halted in his tracks, looking straight.
The first time he had seen him was right here, in front of the university entrance, the boy brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder, but all his attention was on something else. He remembered that tousled silver hair and black-framed glasses that highlighted the boy’s pale skin. He didn’t even glance at him. That was the first time anyone had ever ignored him. With his striking handsomeness and build, no one could resist staring at him. But the boy did. That struck a chord in him.
Then there was that match when he played instead of Zian to measure DarkVyne’s skill, but he ran into FrostbiteAshe, who somehow read their team’s ambush and cast a spell on their way, revealing his teammates’ attack.
The freshman’s champion was only a low-damage support, yet he saved the match by seeing through a tactic the Legion had ridden to victory all season.
Archie took a taxi and arrived at the SilverBlade Legion camp. He pushed the training room door open and stepped into the dark space that smelled of energy drinks and warm plastic. Rows of PCs were lit up. His teammates were focusing on the match, yelling at each other through headsets. He walked past them and opened another door to the rest area. He slumped on the bed and ran a hand through his brown hair.
"Was it really him? That trash tier support?" he muttered.