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The digital scoreboard flashed red. The fan died down as the timer hit zero.

Instead of blocking it head-on, Leo stepped left and used the side of his striker to give the puck a subtle, spinning touch. The puck slowed, wobbled, and then—defying Jax’s expectations—hooked sharply to the right. It drifted past Jax’s outstretched hand and vanished into the slot with a satisfying clunk . air hockey table

Leo didn't answer. He dropped into a crouch. The puck was a blur of black plastic, hovering on a thin cushion of air that turned the heavy table into a friction-less vacuum. The digital scoreboard flashed red

Leo gripped his red plastic striker until his knuckles turned white. Across the white, perforated tundra stood Jax, the undisputed king of the arcade. Jax didn't just play; he calculated. He dropped into a crouch

Jax served—a lightning-fast bank shot that rattled off the side rails. Leo tracked it, his striker meeting the puck with a deafening crack . The puck didn't just slide; it soared, grazing the edge of the goal before Jax parried it away.

"Ready to lose your streak, kid?" Jax smirked, sliding the puck back and forth with a rhythmic clack-clack-clack .