Bonita felt a mix of excitement, pride, and a hint of jealousy swirling inside her.

On the arena, Neal appeared in his element, exuding confidence and charm.

The competition was fierce, with both teams having secured a win each in the best-of-three format, setting the stage for an exhilarating final game. The commentators’ excitement matched the escalating tension.

Kevin’s face was set in a serious line; the level of competition had caught him off guard.

Determined not to falter, he focused on clinching this crucial round. Victory was essential, and he was poised to claim it.

Tension was high among Kevin’s team, in contrast to the more relaxed demeanor of Neal’s team, where he casually chewed gum.

Silence had fallen over the crowd, their cheers replaced by rapt attention on the large screen, as they seemed to hold their breath, worried that any sound might break the concentration of the players.

Bonita was also holding her breath, her eyes glued to the screen. A burst of vibrant colors flashed across, and for a brief moment, she lost track of Neal’s champion.

Then, the commentator’s voice, full of excitement, broke through the silence. Bonita spotted a white figure darting across the screen on the right side of the battle, shining brightly like a ray of light piercing through the dark, overwhelming the vivid turmoil.

“Double kill!”

“Triple kill!”

“Quadra kill! With that flawless move, he’s downed four enemies, swinging the momentum to Esaham University’s side. The respawn timers will work against Esaham High School now. It looks like Esaham University might just clinch the win!”

Amidst the noise and excitement of the venue, the commentator’s voice rang loudest, drowning out the murmurs from the crowd. On the screen, Neal’s champion stood alone, methodically dismantling the opposing base.

Cheers thundered through the arena as the base fell.

Despite the uproar, Neal sat back, his demeanor relaxed, gum still between his teeth, seemingly detached from the surrounding commotion. Levi had already thrown his arms around Neal in a hug, but Neal simply smirked in response and gave him a casual pat on the shoulder.

Throughout this, Bonita’s gaze didn’t waver from Neal, her smile broadening into a radiant, joyous grin.

She was overwhelmed with happiness and excitement, her pulse racing.

Back on stage, Neal pulled out his phone and began to tap on the screen, his gaze downward. Just then, Bonita’s phone vibrated.

She glanced down to find a new message from Neal.

The message was brief, yet it sent her cheeks warming and her heart fluttering wildly.

“Is my performance amazing?”

Bonita raised her eyes to the stage where Neal, having stowed away his phone, stood with his hands casually buried in his pockets and a smile playing across his face.

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