The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 236: Result Of The Second Match

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The second match was still held in the gymnasium.

The outside was full of people, who were already betting on who would win.

Unlike last time, RAW had a lot of fans this time. Led by the head of the fan group, Dora, they were holding banners at the scene to show their support for RAW.

In the arena, Chuck kept looking at his watch.

“The game is about to begin. Why hasn’t Joe arrived yet?”

“Is there a traffic jam?”

GIO still consisted of the same five people as before. They looked at Claire with resentment, vowing to win back the face they lost last time.

Zack said provocatively, “The time is up. What are you still waiting for? Are you going to give up?”

“Wait a minute, Joe hasn’t come over yet. He doesn’t answer the phone. I’ll go to his home to check out.” Chuck said, about to go out.

“Hey!” Zack stopped him and smiled coldly. “The match has already started. We’re not going to wait for anyone. If you go out, it’ll be considered surrender!”

“OK, Just the four of us.” Claire quickly made a decision and pulled out a chair to sit down.

“Here I am. Here I am!” At this moment, Joe rushed in.

He was dirty and his arm was injured.

Jack asked him. “What happened to you?”

Joe sank in a chair with exhaustion. “Alas, I jumped from the third floor through the window. I’ll tell you what happened later. Let’s get started.”

The game began.

Several others were quickly eliminated, and in the end, only Claire and Zack were left.

The audience didn’t dare to guess the result of the game easily.

Last time everyone thought that GIO would win, only to get a slap in the face.

Everyone was twittering.

Suddenly, a bang came from the big screen.

What happened?

Was someone shot?

Everyone looked up at the same time and saw that Claire’s name turned black.

“GIO won!”

“How could this be?”

“GIO is GIO. It must have been an accident last time. They are professional players after all. How could they lose to a bunch of kiddies?!”

“RAW must have cheated with a plug-in last time. That’s why they won.”

The RAW fans were instantly discouraged and couldn’t even lift the banner.

Dora stood in front of them, boosting their morale.

“Everyone, listen to me. As long as it’s a game, there must be a winner and a loser. Losing once doesn’t mean losing every time. We won last time, didn’t we? There’ll be a lot of chances for us to win in the future!”

“Yes, that’s right!”

The fans cheered up and shouted a loud slogan. “Roses and wine fly bravely, and the bees picking flowers will always follow!”

Watching this, Derek was speechless.

He wondered from whom had Dora inherited this stupidity.

In the arena, Zack took off his headset, threw it on the table, smiled triumphantly at Claire. “Did you see it? This is the gap. What makes you think you can beat professional players? Get real, clowns!”

GIO left arrogantly.

Joe couldn’t hold it anymore, clutching the wound on his arm, and burst into tears. “Last night, I told my mother that this is my dream. Now I know… my mother is right. I am stupid. I’m useless. I’m good for nothing… I will never succeed…”

Claire leaned on the chair, staring at the computer screen, her beautiful face expressionless. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly, and chill surged in her dark eyes, ready to come out.

At dusk.

After school, Becky ran to Phoebe’s class to find her.

“It’s a pity that you didn’t go yesterday. My brother won.”

Phoebe raised her eyebrows and smiled perfunctorily. “Really? Congratulations!”