Meanwhile, 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 substitute me in the team. If I really can’t play, it’s over,” Canelo begged fervently as he held onto Xyla’s hand.
When 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 time comes,” 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.
“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.
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