In the audience, Jase and Kyle sat in the main seats. Kyle smiled at the scene and hypocritically said to Jase. âJase, your Clusia competitorâs chess is still a bit lacking, needs more effort. But if sheâs willing, maybe our Mr. Jenkins could guide her a bit.â
Jase sipped his coffee leisurely. Kyle wasnât meeting him for the first time. âThis hypocritical and pretentious demeanor, who is he pretending to impress here?âHe calmly said. âPrime Minister Kyle, we in Clusia have an old saying: the one who laughs last is the winner. The competition isnât over yet; itâs better not to speak too soon.â
Kyleâs expression changed slightly, then he immediately returned to his smile. âJase is right, letâs keep watching.â Kyle still had a bit of fear of Jase; back in the day, Jase was a famous sharpshooter. During the war between the two countries, countless people died at Jaseâs hands. The deadly aura and battlefield dominance he exuded were truly intimidating.
Jase leaned on his cane, sitting upright. From behind, he didnât look like a man in his late seventies.
Jeremiah stared at Yvetteâs profile, her slightly raised eyelashes casting a faint shadow, her fair side face clearly showing her collarbones. âWhatâs the girl planning? Pretty good, he had already guessed part of it. âIs she trying to torment someone? She should just torment them to death. Yvette and Jeremiahâs views on this matter were surprisingly aligned.
On stage, Robin confidently looked at Yvette, a smug smile on his lips, his eyes showing disdain and arrogance, reverting to that arrogant, conceited Robin. âJust give me another ten minutes, and Iâll definitely win this woman.â
Both sped up their moves. Five minutes later, Yvetteâs chess strategy changed again. Clearly surrounded by white pieces, Yvette broke out from behind the white pieces and gradually began to reclaim them.
At one oâclock, the time was announced punctually. The stage and audience were silent. In less than ten minutes, they witnessed an incredible comeback. They had thought Robin was already guaranteed to win, but Yvette found a way out of despair and slowly reopened the game.
The media was still catching up. The black pieces had already dominated the board, with white pieces having nowhere to hide.
Even people who didnât understand chess knew who had won. Today, they had witnessed a Clusia girl emerge and defeat the threeâtime world chess champion Robin.
Some observant people noticed that from start to finish, the entire game lasted exactly one hour, not a minute more. If Yvette wasnât doing it on purpose, why wouldnât they believe it? âUsing time to control chess? Thatâs just too scary!â
Yvette placed her last piece and stood up, looking at the paleâfaced Robin with a calm expression, the remaining rebellious and wild aura in her eyebrows and eyes. Her tone was very calm. âWorld champion?â
Not a single extra word, yet everyone felt the absolute sarcasm. Those four characters are truly heartâwrenching! Using the fewest words to do the harshest things is just what Yvette does. So cruel! Cruel to the extreme!â
Sitting on the chair, Robin stared at the chessboard, panting heavily, the veins on his forehead standing out, his face gradually contorting and turning bright red. He couldnât believe he had lost like this. âI was still the winner just now! How is this possible?
Which move went wrong? Why did I lose? Did I make a mistake from the beginning?â
Robinâs mind was about to explode. He was emotionally agitated, his eyes blurry, his ears buzzing with people laughing at him. âI lost, a world champion lost to a girl. He knew he had become the biggest laughingstock, and everyone around the world saw his en Tassment.
Robinâs eyes turned bloodshot. With this loss, his family would be ashamed of him, and even the Prime Minister would no longer favor him. Hearing Yvetteâs words, Robin suddenly looked up, his face flushed red from his hair to his roots. His eyes stared, then darkened, flickered, and turned pitch black. Robin didnât have the strength to retort; he could only clench his fists tightly.
Yvette lifted her chin, her eyes always cold and clear, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and said slowly. âWhat does it feel like to be defeated by a Clusian girl? If you could write a book, youâd have a lot of experience.â
In the audience, Samantha couldnât hold back her laughter. âWhen it comes to mocking others, it has to be Yve. Those words are really hard to refute Andrew sat next to Tim, almost applauding Yvette. âOnly Yvette can speak like that, her linguistic skills are on point!
Charles in the last row also smiled. âDonât mess with the instructor, but some people just never understand that!
As expected, when Robin heard this, sparks of anger flashed in his eyes, like they were flying out of sizzling coals. Just as he was about to raise his finger, his vision blurred, and he fell forward.
Everyone was shocked, and then they saw Robin crash heavily to the ground. The chessboard was flipped over, and everything was scattered all over him. He looked utterly ridiculous, and Robin had completely lost face. Under everyoneâs gaze, he was elegantly knocked unconscious by Yvetteâs words.
The hall, which could hold thousands, fell silent as everyone watched Robin faint on the stage and Yvette casually walk off. The scene was intensely shocking and sufficiently stunning for everyone present.
Jeremiah stood up, walked over, exchanged a glance with her, and then left.
Samantha and Andrew greeted Tim and followed him out, and Charles also left through the back door.
The person involved just walked away. By the time the media realized and tried to chase after him with their cameras, he was already gone. They missed such an interview opportunity and deeply regretted it. This person will be considered a pride of the Clusian people in the future, and his status has risen beyond what media like them can casually interview. Media, look at me, I look at youâeveryone regretted missing such an opportunity.
The big shot had left, and the media could only focus their cameras on the Ybaulla delegation. Their expressions were worse than if theyâd eaten something awful. Everyone who had been arrogant just moments ago now looked dejected and actively avoided the cameras.
Kyle, barely containing his anger, stood up from his chair. In front of the whole worldâs media, he couldnât show any genuine emotion and had to force a smile to congratulate Jase. âCongratulations, Jase, Clusia won the first exchange match.â It was a classic case of swallowing his frustration.
Jase straightened his suit, looking refreshed. Regarding Kyleâs insincere congratulations, he just nodded politely and said, âPrime Minister Kyle, thank you. See you at the fencing match tomorrow.â Jase acted distant, as if he didnât know Kyle well, making him wish he hadnât been written about so plainly.
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