NovelXXXChapter 391 The memories he'd tried to bury surged back and struck him like a punch.
Quentin's expression darkened instantly; he looked genuinely rattled, his voice tight with anger. "Don't you dare bring that up." That incident was the biggest embarrassment of his life—he'd never live it down.
Seeing how upset he was, Citrine felt a wicked thrill. Smiling sweetly, she twisted the knife: "The intenever forgets. And last I checked, it's my mouth-I'll say what I like." "Streaking Champion." She waggled her eyebrows at him, repeating the title with gleeful malice.
"You little brat, do you wantto knock ssense into you?" Quentin hated it when anyone mentioned his most humiliating moment. Now his face was thunderous, all but livid.
As for the jerk who'd ripped his clothes off and punched him, no less-he'd better hope Quentin never found him. If he did, he'd make him pay.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Go ahead. Try it." Citrine shot him a cool, unimpressed look, utterly unfazed. Not just Quentin-ten of him wouldn't be a match for her.
Every tQuentin crossed paths with this sharp-tongued menace, he ended up speechless. She was his kryptonite, plain and simple.
"See you in the arena," he spat, shooting her a venomous glare before stalking back to join his team.
Citrine didn't bother with a reply; she just waved at him, a mocking little goodbye. But the second he turned away, her eyes turned cold.
In her previous life, Quentin's greatest pride had been his gaming talent. If her memory was correct, it was Quentin's team that had taken hthe world championship.
Too bad for him, because this time, she was competing and he didn't stand a chance.
She almost couldn't wait to see Quentin's face when he lost. Just the thought made her pulse race with anticipation.
Today, she'd show Quentin just how worthless his so-called talent really was.
A slow, confident smile curled her lips. In her eyes was a glint of certainty-as if the whole world was already in the palm of her hand.
After lunch, it was tfor the final showdown. Citrine's team and Quentin's team took the stage together, each sizing the other up, neither willing to back down.
From the audience, fans erupted into cheers, each side rooting passionately for their favorites.
Meanwhile, in the crowd, Curry leaned over and whispered to Wade, "Who do you think is going to win?" Wade's eyes never left Citrine. The more he looked, the prouder he seemed. "Is that even a question? Of course my sister's going to win." He added, with a disdainful sniff, "Quentin? Please. He's not even in her league." Curry fell silent. He got it now- Wade was a full-blown sister fanatic.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRolling his eyes, Curry ignored him and focused on the massive screen above the stage.
The match began. Citrine, rifle in hand, led her squad with ruthless precision, taking down the game's low, mid and high-level bosses in record time. She upgraded everyone's gear to the best available and stockpiled a mountain of supplies.
Then, following Citrine's carefully laid plan, each teammate split off for their assigned sniper positions. The e content is on novelenglish.net! As for Citrine, she slipped away alone toward Team Nine's base.
At that moment, Team Nine was still scrambling to upgrade their om equipment. Citrine struck before they could react, taking out their toughest bosses and destroying their most valuable resources. The audience sat in stunned silence as the scene unfolded on the big screen.
"No way... You can actually play like that?" someone gasped.
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