"Ah, the power's out."
If anyone was happiest about the blackout, it was undoubtedly Beast Boy. When the dormitory and hallway fell into darkness, while everyone else frowned and voiced their confusion, he calmly pressed the power button on the computer tower again.
"Yeah, a blackout counts as force majeure. Nothing we can do about it."
Aqualad Garth nodded repeatedly beside him and casually patted the green hair on his teammate's head, his tone equally sentimental in the darkness.
Why were these two reacting differently from everyone else? The reason was simple: they couldn't keep playing the game.
They seemed to have misjudged Jar-ro's rank. Their original plan had been to play a match for him after he disappeared and preserve his points, but shortly after taking over, they realized that the decent-looking record had gradually become ugly.
The mighty Prince of Demacia, in their hands, was like a dumb brute carrying a tree. No matter which lane he went to, he got beaten senseless by the enemy. He had even tried to pick off the support alone, only to get outmaneuvered to death by the enemy Sivir.
In short, the longer they played, the more they sweated. A huge patch of the mouse pad was soaked through, and the high-intensity "interaction" their teammates sent through the chat channel made Beast Boy furious.
Still, in esports, being bad was the original sin. In the end, the two accepted reality. Using Bronze-level skills to play ranked matches in Diamond was a little difficult, huh?
At first, the green-haired guy had played with great vigor while the boy in the vest pointed things out beside him. By the end, neither of them said a word.
But as longtime teammates, they knew exactly what the other was thinking: they both wanted to run!