Chapter 307 Christmas Race

King dropped another coin into the slot immediately.

But now, Tilda had mastered the moves. Facing King, her win was almost certain.

At first, she barely scraped by with narrow wins.

Soon enough, King couldn’t even take half of her health bar anymore.

After spending 20 coins, King finally understood just how badly he was losing.

He jumped up and walked straight to Tilda.

The eyes under his cap were intense as they locked on her.

“I want to challenge you in another game.”

“Sorry! I’m here with my friends today. Can’t keep them waiting.”

“Your skills are amazing. How about we exchange contacts? We could play online sometimes.”

Tilda rubbed her chin.

She respected this guy’s talent.

If he wasn’t already a pro gamer, maybe she could have recruited him.

He’d be useful to Una in the future.

“Hmph…”

King just snorted coldly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away.

“This time I lost. But next time, I won’t.”

Tilda arched a brow.

Feisty little guy, huh?

She didn’t mind it at all.

Tilda stood and turned to her two seniors. “Alright. I’m done here. Let’s go.”

“Not gonna play a bit more?”

“Nah. You two don’t seem that into it. How about we try the claw machines? You guys win me a plushie.”

“Deal!”

King stormed out of the arcade.

He went to the men’s restroom.

After getting into a stall and closing the door, he ripped off his mask and cap.

Then he slammed his fist into the door with a loud thud.

The guy peeing outside nearly jumped out of his skin.

“I’ve never lost this badly… since Santiago… Damn it….”

“Ugh…”

King couldn’t hold it in and started crying.

He’d just been beaten by a girl who looked younger than him!

It was utterly humiliating!

Right then, his phone rang.

Seeing Santiago’s name, King wiped his face and answered. “Santiago, what’s up?”

“Where are your manners? I told you to call me Mr. Jenson now that I’m your mentor! Or have you forgotten how you were crying and begging me a year ago, asking me to teach you how to game?

“And weren’t we supposed to meet at 8 p.m. on the Rocky Mountains for the race? They’ve got a special Christmas track. Where are you?”

“I–I didn’t forget. Send the address. I’ll head over now.”

“Wait. You sound weird. You’ve been crying, haven’t you? Who messed with you? Tell me, and I’ll go teach them a lesson!”

Santiago knew Harry Donoghue always looked cold outside.

But inside, he was soft and easily hurt. He cried a lot and was very dramatic.

It drove Santiago crazy.

But Harry was his best friend.

If Harry got bullied, Santiago would never let it slide.

He’d always had Harry’s back since the day they met.

“I–I wasn’t crying! Just send me the location. I’m hanging up!”

Harry hung up quickly.

He wiped his tears before stepping out.

Then he splashed cold water on his face and patted his cheeks.

After putting his mask and cap back on, he walked out.

Man… I want to see Santiago race that girl. She learns so fast. He might not beat her.

Damn it! I was too worried about my dignity earlier, and I didn’t get her contact info! What a waste!

In a big country like Motrar, even the amusement park was overflowing with people that day.

The crowd was overwhelming.

Finding Tilda in that endless sea of faces was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Harry’s chances were doomed from the start.

As night fell, Harry drove his car up to the Rocky Mountains.

Santiago was already there, with a woman.

When Harry arrived, Santiago waved and walked over. “Took you long enough! Have you eaten?”

“Grabbed some fried chicken on the way.”

Harry glanced at the woman and waved. “Hey, Amanda. Been a while.”

She nodded coolly, saying nothing.

Her short, sharp haircut framed her face. Purple crystal earrings shone on her ears. She wore all black and polished shoes.

Her aura screamed one thing–badass.

“Santiago, you signed up for tonight’s race, right?”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Where do I register? I want in too!”

“Are you kidding? Did you forget? Tonight’s Christmas race needed advance registration. Didn’t I warn you?

“Look at you, clueless as ever. I bet you totally forgot!”

Santiago rapped Harry’s head with his knuckles.

Harry blinked. “Wait, really? Why don’t I remember?”