Chapter 477
Chapter 477:
Before long, the second round of the tournament kicked off.
Both Melanie and Marisa managed to take down their challengers. At last, the two of them stood face to face in the semifinals — their long-awaited clash finally about to unfold.
“Check it out — it’s the clash of two gaming prodigies! Who’s going to reach the final p>
“I figured one of them would be the winner, but Ethan really came out of nowhere p>
Noticing the excitement, the event staff chose to broadcast the match on the giant screen.
The internet chat exploded. Messages came in so fast that they nearly drowned out the stream. Fans had been itching to see Melanie and Marisa go head-to-head for what felt like forever.
Backstage, Melanie turned to Marisa with a bold grin and said, “Don’t go running off when you lose. I want you to own it and admit defeat in front of the crowd! And from then on, I’ll be your boss. Without my permission, you’re banned from entering Class One p>
Marisa arched a brow. “Whoever chickens out after losing is nothing but a cowardly bitch p>
Meanwhile, Ethan stood quietly in the rest zone just off the field, rooting for Marisa in his heart.
With only two minutes left on the clock before the semifinals kicked off, a loud sports car engine suddenly roared from the side of the stadium, turning every head in the place.
Sunlight poured through the tall glass windows of the technology museum, and a flash of red swerved into view, catching the light like fire.
A sleek red Lamborghini came to a dramatic stop, its tires screeching as it halted barely two feet from the glass.
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺⧽
Right as the crowd leaned in, curious about who might emerge, the car’s trunk popped open on its own with a soft mechanical hiss.
With a sharp crack, fireworks exploded into the air.
Right after that, a bunch of helium balloons soared skyward. Each one dangled a banner with words like “Marisa, go for the win!” “The crown belongs to Marisa!” and “Marisa, trust yourself—make magic happen!” The crowd stood frozen, wide-eyed in disbelief.
Just then, the Lamborghini’s engine let out another deep growl and rolled toward the main revolving door.
Once the car came to a full stop, the door finally swung open — and out stepped a strong, well-toned leg.
The spectators stretched their necks, trying to get a better look as a man hopped out of the car wearing bright beach shorts and a loud, floral-print shirt — completely clashing with the intense, serious vibe of the tournament. He pushed up his dark sunglasses and lifted his gaze toward the competition stage.
Marisa, busy with her final warm-ups, caught sight of him — and her slim figure gave a slight jolt. She locked eyes on him and let out a frustrated breath. “Oh no, not him!” Why on earth had her brother shown up?
She had made sure not to tell Maxwell about the tournament, certain that he’d pull some ridiculous stunt.
Maxwell climbed out of the car without a care and walked into the building like he owned the place. The guards stationed at the door looked like they’d been paid off. Not only did they avoid stopping Maxwell, but they even made way for him, helping him slip right into the crowd without a fuss.
Someone shifted aside, giving Maxwell room to stand right at the edge of the stage. Facing Marisa head-on, he dramatically opened a banner with three huge golden words — Marisa, The Champion!
At the same time, someone nearby passed him a megaphone. He wasted no time yelling into it, “Marisa! You better grab that first place! If you even think about losing to Melanie, kiss your allowance goodbye p>