Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 657

Qadir, Queenie, and the other tech students were all completely stunned.

Goddess, coaching the Neverfall Navigators? And winning? Just how many hidden talents did she have? It was unbelievable!

In a corner of the audience, Miranda was taking pictures of Juniper. After snapping a few, she zoomed in on one of them.

“You know, I can’t help but feel…” Miranda stared intently at Juniper’s face, her own elegant features scrunching up in confusion.

“What is it?” Hayden immediately twisted open a water bottle and held it to his wife's lips, his voice laced with concern.

“But… it’s impossible,” Miranda murmured, taking a sip of water. She shook her head, then nodded again. “Then again, the resemblance is uncanny. Am I just overthinking this?”

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Hayden asked again, seeing her wrestling with the thought.

“I think our dear Juniper, from certain angles, bears a striking resemblance to Demon,” Miranda answered in a hushed tone.

“Really?” Hayden’s deep-set eyes widened as he looked at the photo. Now that she mentioned it, there was a similarity, especially around the eyes.

But Demon was a man. He almost wished they were the same person. Then he wouldn't have to be jealous of another man capturing his wife's heart.

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After the fourth round, there was a ten-minute break. In the backstage lounge, Juniper sat relaxed on the sofa, a coffee personally poured by MystiCat in her left hand and a cookie in her right.

MystiCat and his three teammates stood before her.

“Ms. Payne, your strategy back there was absolutely brilliant,” MystiCat said. His initial skepticism had completely dissolved, replaced by pure admiration after that last round. Even his form of address had changed, from “the kid whose name I don’t know” to a respectful “Ms. Payne,” delivered with a formal tone.

It was a slightly strange scene: four men in their late twenties, standing humbly and respectfully before an eighteen-year-old girl.

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The fifth and final round, the championship match. Fans both at home and abroad were in a frenzy, arguing over who would take home this year’s eSports title. Digital Sabers still had more supporters, with most people believing the Neverfall Navigators’ previous comeback had been a fluke.

“For the first ten minutes, handle the strategy yourselves,” Juniper instructed from her chair, arms crossed as she observed the match.

Ten minutes later, MystiCat made a careless mistake and was ambushed by an enemy player hiding in the brush. The team was down to three members. Digital Sabers pressed their advantage, and thirteen minutes in, the Neverfall Navigators were wiped out.

This only reinforced the belief among the audience, and Digital Sabers themselves, that the earlier reversal had been pure luck.

While waiting to respawn, MystiCat snuck a glance at the silent girl beside him. He wanted to say something, but her expression was so cold he didn't dare. That aura, that posture… it was just like Demon’s.

He immediately shook the thought away. Impossible. The stress of dealing with those five Digital Sabers bastards must be making him sick, causing him to hallucinate.