?<strong>Chapter 1168:</strong>


    Their fingers danced across the controls with newfound grace, their movements bing more calcted and precise. Their speed naturally increased, and their error rate dropped dramatically.


    Transitioning from training to challenge rounds, they progressed through multiple matches. Hank and hispanions watched in amazement as their evaluation scores steadily climbed, their hearts swelling with a sense of aplishment and renewed optimism.


    “At this rate of improvement, we’ll be ready to face Austen within a week!” Hank eximed.


    As evening approached, Madisyn acknowledged their enthusiasm with a nod before offering sage advice.


    “Remember to maintain bnce—separate your academic studies from gaming practice. Don’t let your priorities be misaligned for this challenge. Is that clear?”


    “Crystal clear,” Hank’s friends replied, regarding Madisyn with profound respect and ready to follow her guidance without hesitation.


    Knowing that Madisyn was about to leave, one of the boys suddenly asked, “Why did you decide to join us? I could sense some hesitation earlier.”


    Madisyn paused for a moment, then responded, “You’re right; I was hesitant at first. But people’s minds can change over time.”


    She then shared the incident where she’d witnessed Austen bullying an elderly man and a child.


    “Austen has hurt you, and now he’s hurting innocent people too. I can’t just turn a blind eye to that—it goes against my conscience.”


    “You’re amazing!” one of them eximed.


    The four of them were deeply moved by Madisyn’s integrity and strong sense of justice, their outrage at Austen’s actions fueling their determination to train harder. Each day, they grew better.


    Meanwhile, rain drizzled steadily over Ansport, casting a heavy, gray sky from morning to evening.


    In his spacious new home, Austen stood before a mirror, carefully adjusting his outfit. Tomorrow marked the beginning of his journey with the filming crew. As per Tatiana’s instructions, he was required to host nightly live streams on the gaming tform leading up to his debut, carefully cultivating his public image.


    Finger Dance, the game that had taken the gaming world by storm, still had only a handful of truly skilled yers. Austen, however, stood out as one of them. Every time he went live, his streams drew in an impressive crowd of enthusiastic viewers.


    Austen left nothing to chance when it came to his live streams. He meticulously prepared, determined to present the best version of himself to his audience. His former club coach had always insisted on a simple streaming look: neatly trimmed hair, a crisp white short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of headphones. But this time, Austen had no intention of following that advice.


    After all, which celebrity in the entertainment industry didn’t unt branded clothes?


    Those in white T-shirts, which cost just a few dors, no longer felt worthy of someone like him.


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