NovelXXXChapter 272 "No one in the entire server can beat CrimsonFirst." "No wonder they're ranked number one-a living legend! Smart and skilled, both at once." Meanwhile, Travis and Sylvan's gameplay was catching the audience's attention, too.
Quite a few viewers quickly becfans of their unique style.
Inside the Carmichael Mansion, Weston, Raymond, Salome, and Vicente Carmichael sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, their eyes glued to the live-streamed match.
Weston slapped the table so hard in excitement that he nearly crushed the mug in his hand. "That's my granddaughter, making the family proud!" He glanced at the scrolling chat on the screen. "By the way, do you all know what CrimsonFirst is?" he asked, turning to the others.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond, who had done his homework, answered without hesitation, "She's ranked first out of everyone who plays this game." There was a hint of pride in his eyes as he spoke.
Weston grinned so wide his eyes almost disappeared. "Outstanding. She really is good at everything." He didn't really understand much about leaderboards, but hearing "number one" was more than enough to make him beam with pride.
Raymond echoed with a smile, "Of course. My daughter's the best at whatever she puts her mind to." The two of them were so delighted, anyone watching might have thought they'd been the ones competing.
Salchuckled at their antics, pride swelling in her own chest. Thinking of Travis, she cleared her throat. "Dad, you know, Travis really has a knack for these games, too. Maybe you could go a little easier on him? He's grown up now. Has his own pride." Weston huffed and shot her a look. "He's... passable, I suppose." But he didn't press the point.
Salknew her father had taken her words to heart, even if he'd never admit it out loud.
When the match ended, Citrine's team took a clean victory. Even though Team Three lost, they went down fighting and earned everyone's respect-both teams put on a great show.
As soon as they left the stage, Knox and his teammates made a beeline for Citrine's squad.
"Knox! What are you guys doing here?" Citrine was surprised to see him and the others trailing behind.
Knox scratched his head, looking bashful. "Um... Miss Carmichael, you're kind of a legend for all of us at the club. Would you mind signing an autograph for us?" Citrine immediately understood and smiled. "Of course. Do you have a pen and paper?" Knox's face lit up as he quickly handed her a pen with both hands.
He then laid out several of the club's jerseys, smoothing them out in front of her. "Could you sign here?" Citrine took the pen and, with a few swift strokes, finished signing.
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Knox and his teammates carefully folded up the jerseys, then stood in front of her gazing at her with the En star-struck looks of diehard fans. Seeing that they didn't move, Citrine paused and asked, "Is there something else?"
Knox, still shy, ventured, "Ms.
Carmichael, we're huge fans. Would it be okay if we got a photo with you?" "Of course," Citrine laughed, amused by their eager expressions.
Once the impromptu photo session wrapped up, Knox and his friends left, clutching their phones and practically buzzing with excitement. They could with already imagine the envy on their friends' faces when they showed off the photos. That afternoon, Citrine's team went on to win every match they played, sweeping through the competition.
The next day marked the grand finals. Only two teams remained: Citrine's and Clifford's.
Everything would cdown to this last showdown.
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