Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1244

A dangerous, chilling smirk slowly crept onto her lips.

Severia's dirty little tricks were getting more pathetic by the minute.

It seemed they had learned their lesson.

Knowing she would prepare in advance, they decided to tamper with the flagpole handed out in the literal last minute before the march.

Leaving her absolutely no time to implement a backup plan.

Did they really think a cheap trick like this would humiliate Elyndor?

Serena lifted her eyes and cast a cool glance across the room.

Just as expected, Phelps was standing over in the Severian section, lazily waving his own flag while shooting her a provocative, chin-raised glare. His eyes were swimming with vicious triumph.

Serena's lips twitched slightly.

She hoped Phelps would still be smiling in a minute.

Hearing her response, Mr. Ashwell still felt a gnawing sense of unease, but he knew this wasn't the time to interrogate her. He forced his worries down.

Up ahead, the floor director gave the signal.

Elyndor, prepare for entrance.

Gripping the flagpole with one hand, Serena stepped forward.

Leading the thirty-five Elyndorian prodigies, she strode powerfully into the grand arena.

As the Elyndor team reached the dead center of the hall...

The broadcast lenses of over a hundred nations locked onto that vivid, striking crimson flag.

According to protocol, the captain had to wave the flag vigorously to display their nation's pride.

Then, they were to place the pole into the designated base for the raising ceremony.

Phelps stared obsessively at the flagpole in Serena's hand, his breathing growing ragged with anticipation.

Almost there.

All she had to do was raise her arm. If she waved it with even a fraction of force!

That sabotaged pole would snap instantly!

Serena's arm slowly began to rise.

Phelps clenched his fists in sheer excitement, his eyes bloodshot.

Break!

Break right now!

Serena hoisted the flag high into the air...

Phelps's eyes lit up. He could hardly suppress the manic grin spreading across his face.

Now!

Finally...

Serena dropped her wrist, driving the pole downward with a fierce thrust!

Thud!

She slammed the fractured end of the pole cleanly into the red carpet beside her.

The flag billowed high, snapping loudly in the wind.

The brilliant stars on the red fabric danced wildly in the air.

Resting one hand on the pole, she stood beside the flag, her expression glacial and her aura radiating a terrifying, absolute authority.

The entire stadium was dead silent for a single second.

Then, explosive, deafening cheers and applause nearly blew the roof off the arena.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

"Oh my god, that was so cool!"

"Was that a choreographed display of Eastern martial arts?!"

"That was unbelievable!"

"I have literal goosebumps!"

"That was so badass! Absolutely incredible!"