NovelEnglishMeanwhile, Michael Gabriel sat beside him and gently consoled Canelo.
Xyla Quest couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. When she saw Canelo crying like this, she subconsciously thought it must have been because of the pain. She quickly walked up to the bed. "Canelo? How are you doing? Does it hurt a lot?" Xyla asked.
"No, it doesn't." Canelo shook her head.
"Then, why are you crying?" Xyla asked.
"He felt sorry for the team for hurting his wrist during such a crucial period. He's afraid that the team might lose without even getting to play..." Michael said.
"Boss... Please, can you take my place? There isn't anyone who can substitutein the team. If I really can't play, it's over," Canelo begged fervently as he held onto Xyla's hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Xyla looked at him, she could sense how deeply passionate he was about his team, as well as the strong sense of craving for glory in him.
Her impression of him improved significantly.
Xyla nodded without hesitation. "Alright... Once I return, I'll submit the information and register as a professional gamer. I'll be your substitute when the tcomes," she said. Personally, she didn't want to do it.
However, at this point, she didn't have a choice.
Otherwise, they won't be able to participate this season.
All their hard work for the season would be a waste.
Xyla knew these professional gamers very well, and she knew clearly how badly they wanted to win. Hence, she wanted to do her best for them. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"Thank you, boss... You're the best!" Canelo exclaimed with tears in his eyes.
"Why are you thanking me? I'm your boss. This is my job," Xyla said before turning to look at Michael. "Take good care of Canelo. Once he's out of the hospital, find him the best caretaker around," she added. "Yes, boss. I'll definitely do that," Michael said and nodded.
"Thank you, boss," Canelo said gratefully.
"Stop thanking me," Xyla said blandly.
"Just... Thank you, boss. You're the most respectful and caring boss to players like us I've ever met," Canelo said earnestly.
"You're too nice. I'll prescribe smedicine for you later. Get the chef to make ssoup with it. It'll help your bone recover," Xyla added.
"You even know how to prescribe medicine!" Canelo seemed shocked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Yeah, I studied medicine a little," Xyla said.
"That's amazing..." Canelo was even more impressed by Xyla now.
After spending stin Canelo's ward and having dinner with Canelo and Michael, Xyla finally returned home.
When she arrived, it was still dark in the house.
Xyla knew that Stanley hadn't returned yet. If he were home, hen would always leave a light on even if he was asleep.
Hence, she turned on her computer and filled in the details to register as a professional League of Legend gamer through a form Michael had e sent to her email. After doing so, she sent the details in an email to Michael.
Once she was done with all of this, she satisfactorily turned her om computer off. She was ready to head upstairs for a bath before she continued working. Right then, she heard a car stopping outside.
Knowing that Stanley must be home, she immediately walked over to the door and opened it.
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