Chapter 388 "Goddess, I love you!" "You got this, goddess!" "Goddess for the win!" "Make sure to crush the other team so hard they run for their lives!" Wade: "..." Excuse me, is this really considered polite? Curry and the rest of the squad: "..
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The arena was a storm of cheers, the noise rolling and echoing without end. The crowd's energy was so overwhelming, even the gcommentator couldn't help but laugh, "No wonder Crimson First is ranked number one. That kind of popularity rivals any celebrity." Wade and Curry exchanged bewildered glances. Of all people, they never would've guessed the most unassuming girl on their team was CrimsonFirst.
CrimsonFirst was her? Wasn't that supposed to be a guy? This innocent face, the picture of harmlessness, had gone absolutely feral in the finals. Who would have thought that behind the softest, sweetest smile lurked the deadliest sharpshooter in the whole game? But as impressive as the CrimsonFirst title was, what really shook Wade to his core right now was seeing Citrine up close.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe'd only caught a glimpse of her in profile before. Now, with nothing between them, he finally saw her face clearly-and found himself utterly stunned.
The resemblance was uncanny.
She looked exactly like his aunt had at that age.
Wade stared at Citrine, visibly rattled, something raw flickering in his eyes.
Travis, noticing the stranger's intense gaze on his little sister, glared back, bristling with protectiveness. He stepped forward, subtly shifting so Citrine was behind him.
The moment his view was blocked, Wade's face fell. Suddenly, he didn't care that they were still in the middle of the competition. He marched right over to Travis and, without warning, shoved him hard. Travis, caught completely off guard, stumbled back several steps.
Citrine darted forward, steadying Travis from behind, then stepped in front of him, coldly facing Wade. Her voice was icy, her warning clear: "You're not allowed to bully my brother." "But I'm your brother," Wade shot back, his voice dropping, hurt flickering across his face.
So this is what it feels like the greatest distance in the world is standing right in front of your own sister, and she has no idea who you are.
Citrine stared at him, baffled, as if she were looking at a lunatic.
Travis, touched that his sister had stepped up to defend him, felt a swell of emotion. But he was the older brother here he should be the one protecting her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo, gathering himself, Travis moved in front of Citrine again, shielding her. He tapped his temple and said to her, "Citrine, this guy's got a screw loose. Just ignore him." "Who are you calling crazy?!" Wade exploded, practically hopping mad as he raised his fist, ready to strike.
But just as he was about to swing, he caught sight of Citrine's wary eyes watching him.
Is she scared of me? Did I just freak her out? Great, he thought. Absolutely great. Way to ruin a first impression.
Regret hit him like a punch to the gut, and he let his fist drop, suddenly deflated and miserable.
Head down, Wade forced himself to calm down. Then, with uncharacteristic caution, he looked up at Citrine and said softly, "I know this sounds impossible, but please, just listen to me. I really am your brother-your real brother. And you're my little sister-I've been looking for you for years."
Wade rubbed his hands together nervously. For someone who usually didn't take crap from anyone, he was ΕΠ downright anxious now. Citrine stared at him, stunned, but before she could say a word, Travis jumped in.
Fighting the urge to throw a punch, Travis gritted his teeth and snapped, "Bullshit! Citrine is my sister." "And who the hell are you to try and take my sister from me?"
It wasn't even about his own feelings-he knew the entire Carmichael family would never m accept this. If any while anyone found out that, while he was supposed to be taking care of Citrine at this tournament, she'd suddenly gained srandom new brother out of nowhere, he'd be dead meat for sure.