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Chapter_35
As the competition began, the auditorium buzzed with anticipation. The energy was palpable, with the crowd eagerly awaiting the showdown between Sharon and Yvette. On the stage, both contestants were preparing themselves, but it was clear that Sharon’s confidence stood in stark contrast to Yvette’s calm, almost indifferent demeanor.
Yvette sat quietly, having already flipped through a few of the Frixyia books Bonnie had forced on her. She had absorbed the information, but the weight of the situation wasn’t heavy on her shoulders. The audience’s expectations were high, but she didn’t feel the pressure. After all, she wasn’t doing this for anyone but herself. It didn’t matter if they doubted her abilities; she would show them when the time came.
Sharon, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on the tension. She was dressed impeccably, her posture poised, and her eyes locked on Yvette with a certain arrogance. As the competition started, the two girls stood in front of the lectern, each with a microphone in front of them. Patrick, the professor in charge, gave a brief introduction before the contest began.
Yvette, unfazed, glanced at Sharon and then out at the crowd. The tension in the air was thick, but she had a feeling that things were about to take a different turn.
As the first question was presented, Sharon answered confidently, her words flowing effortlessly in Frixyia. The crowd responded with a round of applause. It seemed like she had the upper hand, but Yvette didn’t flinch.
When it was Yvette’s turn, she spoke with surprising clarity, the words flowing from her mouth in a smooth, rhythmic pace. The audience was silent, unsure of what to make of her calm delivery. She wasn’t as flashy as Sharon, but there was an undeniable sharpness in her performance.
Time passed, and each round of the competition revealed more about the contestants. Sharon continued to dominate, her superiority in Frixyia language evident, but Yvette wasn’t backing down. As the rounds continued, it became clear that while Sharon’s skills were impeccable, Yvette was holding her ground with an unexpected grace and depth.
The final round approached, and the tension grew even thicker. Yvette, despite her initial disinterest, was beginning to find herself engaged in the challenge. It wasn’t just about proving others wrong anymore; it was about proving something to herself.
As the last question was read aloud, both girls stood still, poised for the final stretch. Sharon glanced at Yvette, a smug smile on her face. But Yvette’s expression remained unreadable. She took a deep breath, stepping forward as the crowd held its breath.
The final moments were intense. Sharon gave her answer, her voice filled with confidence, but when it was Yvette’s turn, something shifted. Her response was articulate, precise, and breathtakingly intelligent. The audience erupted into applause, a mix of admiration and shock.
The competition ended, and while the result was still being debated, one thing was clear: Yvette had shown a side of herself that no one had expected. As the applause continued, she looked to the side, where Jeremiah stood, watching her with a smile that made her heart skip a beat.
“Well done,” he mouthed to her from the back of the auditorium.
Yvette allowed herself a small smile, her indifference replaced with a sense of satisfaction. Winning wasn’t just about the competition—it was about challenging her own limits, and today, she had done just that.
After the event, the tension in the air slowly dissipated as the crowd filtered out of the auditorium. Yvette and Bonnie made their way to the exit, both feeling the eyes of students and faculty on them. Despite the whispers and murmurs, Yvette felt an unusual sense of calm. She had proven her worth, and that was all that mattered.
Jeremiah was waiting for her outside the auditorium, his expression warm. As she approached him, he held out his hand, and she took it without hesitation.
“How about that extra you asked for?” he teased with a grin.
Yvette raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking a lot of extra,” she said, her voice light.
Jeremiah chuckled, a deep, genuine laugh that made Yvette’s heart flutter. “Anything you want,” he said, before leading her out of the auditorium.
For the first time in a long while, Yvette felt like she was exactly where she needed to be.
