Why is a beginner at esports studying so hard to get better, just so she can play a battle royale game with her boyfriend?
After she meets a gaming pro who plays with people for a fee and works hard to improve, another girl gets jealous: "His smoke grenades are mine alone!"
Her boyfriend gives her the old, "I forgive you" treatment, but later she serves him a gorgeous double kill.
"You're so useless. How did I ever end up with you?"
Things have changed. The pro player falls for the silly heroine: "You're not bad at the game, just a little adorably dumb."
At this crossroads in love, which way will she choose?
He says, "I don't need the money. I just need company."
She says, "Teach me how to play. I want to blow that scumbag's head off!"
Will romance between a gaming idiot and a pro player who plays with people for a fee go smoothly?
It's written in big letters, but isn't it about pure love? What's romance?