NovelEnglish"She's SweetLemon." Michel slammed the guest list into Jackson's face, "Can't you read? The nis right there!" Around Lemira, the online influencers started their mocking chorus.
"Is the team captain dumb? The only streamer who never shows her face is Lemira!" "Right? Heard someone saying Lemira didn't make it through the team's evaluation. What kind of joke is that? Are these tests tougher than making it to the national team?" "With Lemira's skills, she could outplay any of us easily. Failing a team test just shows something fishy's going on." Jackson's hands were shaking as he read the non the guest list.
Indeed, there was this streamer named SweetLemon, who didn't use a photo for her avatar. How could he have known it was Lemira? Clara, still a bit resentful, said with a bitter tone, "Jackson, is this SweetLemon really that good? How cshe doesn't even have her selfie?" Jackson replied with a trembling voice, "Because she prefers not to reveal her identity. She's all about analyzing gstrategies and tactics through her voice." Now, SweetLemon ranked first in individual gaming skills, unbeaten. Her skill and experience were undeniable.
He himself had even learned from the techniques she shared online. But who the hell would have thought that SweetLemon was actually Lemira? Jackson felt like crying! Everyone around was shocked, not expecting Lemira to be an online sensation. And a talented one at that! Clara becgreen with envy, "Without showing her face, who knows if it's really Lemira. Maybe someone's impersonating..." Jackson, fed up, slapped her, "Shut your mouth, you fool." If Michel said Lemira was who she was, then it must be true. Besides, Lemira's formidable skills were legit, not scheat code! Seeing Jackson and Clara's dogfight, Lemira couldn't help but laugh, her gaze filled with scorn. Clara, used to being superior, just got slapped by Jackson, a first for her family's only child. She burst out crying, fighting back against Jackson, "You jerk, you said you'dright forever just last night at bed. How dare you hit me? My parents never even did!" Lemira was shocked by Clara's words! Jackson the scumbag, moving on that fast? Clara was crying and making a scene, while Jackson was utterly embarrassed, pushing her to the ground, "What are you talking about? When did I sleep with you? Where's the proof?" en Clara, despite her tantrums, was still a girl. She never expected this jerk to deny everything publicly. How to could she provide evidence for something so intimate?
Jackson coldly said, "It's always been you trying to chase me, wanting to join the team through me, Ľve never ver agreed. And now you're framing me?" "Jackson, you're a bastards! It was my first tlast night!" Clara was devastated.
Janice couldn't stand by, walking aup over to help Clara up, "Jackson, Clara didn't cback to the dorm last night. I can vouch she was with you." "I did have dinner with her last night, but we went our separate ways after. Who knows who she spent the night with?" Clara burst into tears, "Jackson, you're heartless, a real scumbag!"
Jackson straightened his clothes, "I'm just telling the truth. I've seen too many girls like you, don't try to smear me!" Janice stood by Clara, preventing another confrontation, knowing the latter couldn't beat a jerk like Jackson. Lemira looked on with disgust, appalled at Jackson's level of shamelessness. Truly revolting!
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