Sore Loser Distraction Strategy!

The second half started, and Hugo's grip on the controller tightened like it was his lifeline.

He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, stealing a glance at Loli, who was calmly munching on a handful of popcorn, completely unbothered by the pressure.

The score was 3-2 in her favor. Hugo knew he was in deep trouble. 'This is it,' he thought, his mind racing. 'Do or die. If I don't win this, the tutu becomes my reality!'

If a tutu became his reality, social death would be his eternity!

The virtual referee blew the whistle, and the match resumed. Loli's team started with the ball, and she immediately showed why she was leagues above Hugo in raw skill.

Not only skill, but she was above him with experience. This couldn't be bought with mastery points, even if it could, it would take some time to get used to.

And there was no time at all!

Her midfielder executed a lightning fast feint, leaving Hugo's defender lunging at thin air.