That night, after dodging three consecutive calls from his mother, Archie finally gave in.
"Fine, fine. I'll go check on him," he muttered, pulling on a hoodie as he left the gaming room. His teammates had already moved on to the next match, but Archie had been forced to step aside because his mother had been spamming the team WeChat like a ghost with a grudge.
"Check on your younger brother, Archie! He can't leave the uni! What if he's starving? What if he fainted during training? Come home right now and bring food to your brother before I cut off all of your allowances!"
Archie sighed, remembering how his mother had given him an earful before coming to university. He dragged his foot across the campus in dismay.
He was held up in the gaming room training with his teammates for the past few days, totally ditching his classes for the chance to compete with a famous international team.
Archie reached the front of the freshman dormitory and dialled Russell's number.
