Chapter 1027
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The referee blew the final whistle.
Winner: Computer Science Department-Juniper Payne.
The crowd sat in stunned silence, completely unable to process what they had just witnessed.
Juniper had just obliterated the president of the Eclara University Tennis Club?
And she did it in a landslide victory.
Using a plastic watering can?!
You couldn’t even write this into a movie; it was too ridiculous.
With the match concluded, the award ceremony began.
Juniper casually carried her trusty watering can toward the podium.
As she walked past Sheryl, the other girl suddenly snapped. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?!”
Juniper paused, her gaze drifting lazily over Sheryl’s bruised, battered face. A slow, chilling smile spread across her lips. “When you aim for someone else’s face, it’s just ‘playing the game.’ But when I hit you, it’s on purpose?”
“They got hit because they suck!” Sheryl spat, entirely unhinged.
“Exactly.” Juniper chuckled softly, her voice smooth as glass. “And you got hit because you’re pathetic.”
Sheryl felt like every inch of her body was on fire, her head throbbing violently.
For some reason, every time she opened her mouth to argue with Juniper, she ended up digging her own grave.
“Oh, by the way…” Juniper continued casually, not giving Sheryl a second to recover. “I heard you’re not just the club president, but you also trained under a certain internationally renowned master. Supposedly you’ve won major national tournaments. With all that elite training… how on earth did you…”
She let the sentence trail off. The implication was far more devastating than if she had actually finished the insult.
“You—” Sheryl glared at her, stuttering furiously, unable to form a coherent comeback.
“Oh, right, one more thing.”
Before walking away, Juniper tossed a final glance over her shoulder. “Did you really think breaking a few rackets and jamming a door lock was going to save you?”
Juniper raised an eyebrow, her tone suddenly dropping to a freezing, venomous whisper. “Honestly? Using a watering can on you felt like an insult to the watering can.”
With that, she casually tossed the severely dented piece of plastic into a nearby trash bin.
She turned to the referee, offering a polite, radiant smile. “I’ll make sure to buy the groundskeeper a replacement.”
“Oh. U-understood,” the referee stammered, intimidated. “Miss Payne, please wait by the podium. We’ll begin the medals shortly.”
“Sure.”
Without so much as a parting glance, she confidently strode past a seething Sheryl.
Staring at the trash can, listening to the whispers and stifled laughte echoing from the crowd She felt her chest tight with explosive rage.
She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and rip Juniper’s hair out.
But they were in public. If she attacked her now, it would be career suicide.
After a few seconds of frantic
calculation, an idea struck her.
Sherylutched her chest her fol
twisting into an expression a agonizing pain.
Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed heavily onto the hard court.
“Ah!”
“Call a doctor! She passed out!”
“Juniper hit her too hard! She’s got a concussion!”
“If something happens to her, can she even take responsibility?!”
“Someone call the cops!”
Hearing the sudden uproar, Juniper, who had just sat down on the bench, narrowed
her eyes and glanced back at the dramatic heap on the floor.
She managed to look incredibly photogenic for an unconscious person.
Tch.
Playing dead, huh?
A dark smirk touched Juniper’s lips. She stood up, casually strolling back
over to where the referee was hovering in a panic over Sheryl’s body.
QUMS
“Don’t worry, I have medical training. I can save her!”
“What?”
The referee looked up, frantic. “How? We don’t have a first aid kit down here!”
“I have these.”
Juniper held up a sleek silver case she had just pulled from her gym bag. Inside rested a row of gleaming, terrifyingly long medical needles.
Let’s see how much she likes getting stabbed.
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