Chapter 721 Results
In the lounge.
It was almost time for the afternoon entrance, and the Johnville Team next door in the lounge had already started a party to celebrate in advance, the lively noise forming a stark contrast to the lifeless atmosphere of the Styre Team.
Marshallâs team members all looked dejected, with none of the vitality and spirit they had when they first arrived. They appeared as deflated as a punctured ball, slumping on the side.
When it was time to enter the venue, Catherine was the first to stand up, and she walked straight toward the direction of the conference hall.
Seeing Catherine leave, Eamon, who was initially sitting dejectedly on the side, also stood up. âEveryone, rally yourselves, and letâs head to the venue together to wait for the results!â
Eamonâs voice caught some attention, and most of the eyes looking at him were filled with a sense of despair.
These looks made Eamon start to waver in his heart, but thinking of Catherineâs unwavering determination when she got up, his inner belief suddenly became firm. âDonât look at me with that kind of eyes. You are worrying about being laughed at and looked down upon, and so am I. But have you ever thought about who is laughed at the most and who is mocked the most? Catherine is not afraid. What are we afraid of? On the battlefield, the most incompetent are not the defeated, but the deserters who donât even have the courage to face the outcome!â
Eamonâs words were like a heavy hammer, pounding in the hearts of the people.
âEamon is right. Even if we lose, we need to lose gracefully and not be like a shrinking turtle!â one person said.
Seeing Catherine appear alone, many people at the scene couldnât help but laugh.
Some even went as far as to say that the Styre Team was nothing but a bunch of cowards lacking the courage to face reality.
However, the next moment, they were proven wrong. Eamon led the entire team to enter with high spirits, giving no indication of any sense of discouragement.
Immediately, reporters with cameras surrounded him, not because they didnât want to interview Catherine but because Catherineâs aura was too strong with a kind of donât-come-near -me vibe. Just her gaze alone could suffocate people.
They didnât have the guts to ask her questions. It was no different than courting death.
Now Eamon appeared, and naturally, they had to seize hold of this team representative and wouldnât let go. 11 Mr. Doyle, werenât you not interested in attending? Why did you come to the competition venue now?â
Eamon smiled faintly, looking confidently at the journalist who was asking him a question. âWho told you that we donât want to attend? Arenât they supposed to announce the results of our competition this afternoon? As participants, how can we not come?â
Upon hearing Eamonâs response, the journalistâs expression changed slightly, and then he threw out an even sharper question. âWhy did you all come so late when the entrance was about to close while Catherine arrived much earlier than you?â
Facing the question, Eamon had long ago thought of a countermeasure.
He lifted his hand from behind his back and displayed the coffee he was holding in his hand in front of everyone. â
Sorry, buying coffee delayed us a bit. Catherine is quite lazy and doesnât like to move around. We all spoil her and run errands for her, and the flavor she likes is hard to find. We went to a lot of shops before we found it.â
After Eamon finished speaking, several of the group members behind him, in order to justify his words, raised the coffee bags they were holding in their hands.
The reporters were all dumbfounded. They thought the Styre Team would be divided because of the internal conflict with Catherine. They didnât expect them to be so united.
From their expressions, it could be seen that the affection for Catherine was not just a matter of lip service. They truly liked Catherine.
âAlright, dear journalists. The competition results will be announced shortly. We would like to enter now, and after the competition results are announced, there will be plenty of time for interviews,â Eamon answered without giving anything away, leaving the reporters with no angle to pursue. They could only watch as everyone left.
Marshall stood on the stage and gave a thumbs-up to Eamon, expressing his complete satisfaction with Eamonâs performance. He thought, âI didnât expect the usually silent person to handle it flawlessly.â
Eamon smiled awkwardly, thinking, All this is thanks to Catherine.â
Just before they were about to do so, Ronin stopped them, handed them a batch of coffee, and informed them of the press conferenceâs questions in advance.
That was why he was able to respond so quickly and handle it with ease.
When it came to being powerful, the mighty one was Catherine.
It was not an exaggeration to say that she had a keen insight into things.
The mentor of the Johnville Team looked at the calm and composed manner of the Styre Team members, feeling somewhat strange. âHow do they come back to life?â
Jason sneered. âHa, professor, youâre using the wrong words. This isnât called come back to life. This is called a last gasp! They are never going to win. If they do win, Iâll twist my head off and use it as a soccer ball!â
The countdown bell tolled, and the host slowly walked onto the stage.
The competition adopted an elimination system, with a total of three rounds.
The previous championsâ team was exempt from the first and second rounds of the competition and directly entered the third-round finals.
The champion team in every session was almost predetermined, and all participating teams had no objections to this competition format.
In their eyes, the Altonian Team was like a rugged mountain peak to climb.
It was difficult to keep up with them, let alone surpass them. They naturally had the right only to accept challenges from the teams that had advanced to the final rounds.
The first round would eliminate half of the teams, and the winning teams would proceed to the next round of the competition.
The host excitedly began announcing the results, and he announced the list of the winning teams with almost no suspense, similar to what everyone had speculated before.
When the host only had one card left, he suddenly paused.
The large screen clearly recorded the hostâs facial expressions.
The audience looked at the hostâs silly expression, puzzled as various speculations surfaced one after another.
No one knew why the host showed such a surprised expression, and the whole venue became noisy. âHurry up and announce. Itâs already the final group of winners. What are you hesitating for!
âSimply recite the name of the Johnville Team!â
âHurry up, you moron. Donât waste our time!â
Amidst the cursing, the host slowly approached the microphone and tremblingly announced the name of the victorious team. âCongratulations to the Styre Team!â
In an instant, the world seemed to be in a state of vacuum, and the scene suddenly fell silent.
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they reacted.
Soon after, the deafening roar filled the entire stadium.
âWhat?â
âWhat a joke! Thereâs no way the Styre Team could win!â
When Jasonâs men heard this result, they even doubted their ears were having issues.
Not only them but even the Styre side were stunned; they couldnât believe they had won.
Only Catherine, who had been constantly questioned, sat calmly in the seat of the stands.
She just picked up the coffee on the side with graceful movements, took a slow sip, and gently put it down. Her expression didnât change at all from start to finish.
Eamon finally snapped out of the huge shock and mechanically turned his head, casting an incredulous look at Catherine. âCatherine, are you a goddess?â