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Be a Legend: Hyper Role

Many people say that Daylon Kenzo is the best player this world has ever seen. But actually, it's not like that. He is not the best because he has abilities and skills that no one can beat, but because his teamwork is solid, compact, and has good chemistry that gives his team victory, and makes him the best "Hyper" ever. However, now, his team members are slowly leaving him. Not because they betrayed him, but because the club, which had a new owner, suddenly fired and kicked them out of the club. He and the rest of his team were expelled, even though they had won the N2 tournament a few weeks ago. And what's worse, the new owner of the club has taken action to tell several clubs not to sign him, so that he will not be accepted anywhere to be a professional player anymore. Tragically, Daylon had to have an accident which resulted in his right hand being badly injured. They split up. Some of them became YouTubers, and some decided to find a new club. As for him, he can only accept the fact that he is no longer needed as a professional player because of that person's actions. After 1 year had passed, he finally found a job that suited him, namely being a coach for a teenager who wants to become a professional player in this MOBA-type game, Mobile Heroes. He becomes a coach, but he must be faced with the fact that the woman he once saved is in the same place as the teenager. He met the woman again after she had been looking for him for so long. Can Daylon teach the teenager as long as his right hand hasn't healed? Or maybe, because of the various misfortunes he had experienced, he would no longer be able to play the game as a professional player? "As his coach and teacher, I have to be able to make him the best he can be."

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Moving Devices

Dinner has already been made, my account has been created, the television has also been turned off, but somehow Rifai's face looked displeased with mine when we were on different sofas and staring at each other. After I said, "Help me to move these things!" the look on his face changed, and it was really annoying.

"Why do you order me? I am not your servant."

"Help me!"

"Do it yourself!"

"Help me!"

Not without reason, I asked him to help me move these things, boxes containing computers and other devices, into my boarding room. Since we are the only men here, his energy is needed for that. I can't tell Tiara who already looks sleepy and order another woman.

Since Rifai continues to refuse to help me, then I have to use this method.

I took my smartphone, turned it on, opened an article, then shoved my smartphone towards Rifai's face and said, "I will tell this to my father if you don't help me."

"Uh... You are..."