He didn't wait for a reaction. He just grabbed his bag and walked out into the cool night air, the sound effect of his own victory still ringing in his ears.
Across the lobby, his rival, a local "pro" who spent more time trash-talking than aiming, leaned over. "Just give up, Kerem. You’re playing like a bot. I’m on a different level." sound_effect_senden_cok_daha_iyiyim_ak_vales
The flash went out. Kerem swung. One tap. Two taps. He slid behind the crate as bullets whizzed past. His movement was fluid, almost musical. He wasn't just playing; he was performing. With three seconds left on the clock, he flicked his mouse across the pad, catching the last defender mid-air. ACE. He didn't wait for a reaction