Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1241

Countless camera lenses instantly pivoted toward the Elyndor team.

The rapid-fire clicking of shutters echoed through the hall.

Flashes erupted in a relentless storm.

The reporters who had originally planned to snap a few standard photos of the host nation, Severia, suddenly smelled a massive scoop. They aggressively pushed forward, aiming everything they had at Elyndor.

It was simply too stunning.

In a sea of generic, formulaic opening ceremony outfits, the Elyndor team's attire emerged like a dark horse, instantly stealing the spotlight from everyone else in the room.

One reporter muttered in awe, "It's like they're wearing the very aesthetics and power of their nation."

Another was already typing furiously, "Elyndor delegation's Gala Attire becomes the dark horse of the ceremony."

"Incredible. How is their team's presence this intimidating?"

Lenses zoomed in, capturing close-ups of Serena's face.

The international press went into an absolute frenzy.

She was too gorgeous.

Her features were utterly flawless.

Several international journalists bypassed protocol and swarmed closer, snapping aggressively at the Elyndor team.

Surrounded by cameras, the Elyndorian competitors showed none of the repressed anger and frustration they had felt at the airport after being deliberately humiliated.

Every single one of them stood tall, chests puffed out slightly, eyes shining with pride.

Not far away, Phelps stood with the Severian team, staring at Elyndor's uniforms with a darkened expression.

He watched as the Elyndor team was surrounded like royalty, looking so effortlessly confident and poised.

Phelps couldn't take it anymore.

He looked down at his own team's uniform.

The Severian attire consisted of casual white suits, a flag on the chest, and a badge on the lapel.

"Hold on a moment!" The official wore a strictly professional mask, looking entirely serious as he spoke in a tone that seemed faultless. "My apologies, but according to tournament regulations, all official team uniforms must be registered with the committee in advance. They must pass a unified inspection before they can be distributed to the competitors."

"And right now, the garments your team is wearing do not match the designs you originally submitted."

"As per the rules, any unapproved clothing that has not passed the committee's security check is strictly forbidden from entering the opening ceremony!"

As soon as he said this, several media outlets and competitors from other nations turned to watch.

Cameras instantly refocused on this sudden drama.

Phelps stood a short distance away, a smug smirk twisting his lips.

He wanted to see how this Elyndorian woman could possibly turn the tables this time.

Being challenged right in front of the global press—if the Elyndor team fumbled their response even slightly, they would instantly be branded as rule-breakers who ignored tournament protocol.

But Serena didn't even bother to open her mouth. She didn't so much as bat an eyelash.

Beside her, Mr. Ashwell stepped forward calmly. As if he had anticipated this exact scenario, he reached into his briefcase with a stony expression, pulled out a document, and unfolded it right in front of the official's face.