When the team entered their private waiting room, Lily immediately greeted Max with a smile and handed him a towel. He received and used it to wipe his sweat.
Lisa was also inside. The secretary had prepared drinks and towels for each of them. Of course, she didn't hand them in personally. She even asked Flexy to fetch them for his teammates.
Ferin helped Atlas wipe his sweat lovingly. Both of them were the epitome of what ideal lovers could be. And on the side, Lily began to imitate them, snatching the towel from Max and beginning to help him despite his unwillingness.
"What is this difference in treatment?" The orange-haired streamer slumped his shoulders, looking at Lisa with a hopeful gaze.
The secretary only looked at him coldly and pushed her glasses up.
"I am busy, so I will excuse myself first." She said before turning around. "Breeze, if he whine, tell me. I will give you $100 for each report of Flexy's bad behavior."
"Roger that." Max smiled at Lisa and saw her leaving. That would be easy money.
"Buddy... You aren't serious, aren't you?" Flexy groaned.
Turning at Flexy, he grinned, "What do you think?"
"Ugh... $150 to keep you silent."
"Make it $200."
"$175. That's final. More than that will only make me broke."
"Deal. Hehe, nice to have a business with you, buddy."
"I will hold that promise. Don't tell Lisa if I ever whine in the future."
"I got you."
Both reached an understanding and invited laughs from the other three. A little joke was nice to break the tension from the first game, and everyone understood that.
They gathered and created a small circle. Flexy began to tell them what he gained from the first match and exchanged ideas.
All of them agreed that the attack toward the enemy base at first wave should be done by at least 2 people to catch the enemies off guard. The other thing they agreed on was that they couldn't defend the base past the 8th wave. However, Max proposed something.
"I want to try a defensive strategy and put Lily inside the team for one time, with her using a sniper rifle with me. So our team will have 2 SR, 1 Rifle, and 1 MG. I think this will work."
At first, he planned to stream it. But after watching his friend's effort, he decided not to.
'I don't want to bother Flexy with a chance to grow his channel more.'
It wasn't all bad for him, considering his name was still included in the description along with the others. And if Flexy had more followers, he would definitely be affected as they were seen as a pair of friends and often stream together.
Max walked down the corridor behind the stage near their waiting room. He noticed Lily sat on a box while sipping orange juice. He approached her and asked.
"Are you nervous?"
Lily looked at him and nodded, "Slightly."
Her hands moved nonstop, showing how nervous she was.
"That's rare."
It was pretty surprising. Lily being nervous? Max never saw her like that... Well, not that he knew her for a long time already. That was why he quite liked to know her more.
"Are you not nervous, Max?"
"Rather than nervous, I am more than excited." He answered. "I mean, isn't competing against those professional gamers fun?"
"Is it?"
"Yes, it is."
"Fun, huh?" Lily muttered, her hands couldn't stop playing with the empty glass in her hand, "I guess I will change my thinking. Is it fine if I have fun in the competition too?"
"Why not? I don't see why you shouldn't enjoy the competition."
"I see..." A smile blossomed on her face. "Let's have fun, Max. Let's kill those people with snipers."
Her priority was strange, but Max nodded nonetheless.
"Yeah, let's have fun."