Chapter 242
Mirabella absentmindedly touched her nose before looking up at Leo, who seemed on the verge of a breakdown. Despite his goofy appearance, she couldn’t help but think-
[You’d think it’d show in the face.] she texted back.
Among the Davis siblings, Mirabella and Leo looked the most alike. Put them side by side, and no one would doubt they were blood–related.
Jenna couldn’t help but scoff at the message. [If he really was your brother, wouldn’t you know he’s the chart–topping pop sensation Juztin?]
Juztin?
A chart–topping pop sensation?
Sounds like a big deal, doesn’t it?
Clutching her phone, Mirabella froze for a solid two minutes before snapping back to reality. She tilted her head and called out to Leo, “Juztin.”
At his sister’s sudden shout. Leo shivered, reflexively responding. “Mira?”
The corner of Mirabella’s mouth twitched as she averted her gaze, looking down to text Jenna. [Just checking if you’re a fan of my brother.]
Jenna: [—]
The Pill: [So, how much for a snapshot of this pop idol?]
Jenna: [???] Was this girl for real? Who even asked that?
Mirabella closed Messenger and opened a web browser, typing “Juztin” into the search bar. Instantly, a plethora of news articles and photos of Juztin, a.k.a. her brother Leo, popped up. No wonder she found nothing under the name Leo before–he was using a stage name.
Standing right before her, Leo caught a glimpse of her browsing his ipfo and puffed out his chest, a sense of pride bubbling up as if to say, “Your bro is kind of a big deal.”
Mirabella quickly pocketed her phone and looked up at Leo, who stood ramrod straight, eagerly awaiting some kind of praise. She let out a resigned sigh and said. “Put on your shoes. The floor’s cold.”
Leo was left gobsmacked.
This was not the reaction he had expected!
Time flew, and the first day of the BrainSpark Nationals arrived.
The national preliminaries were set for Saturday, while the finals would unfold over the
weekend. So, on Friday afternoon, a select group of Parkside High students were shepherded. to the airport.
Their flight was at 3:30 PM, and they arrived at the airport by 2:00 PM. After the security check, everyone settled in the waiting area.
Mirabella sat alone in a corner, earphones in, as she’d recently become a fan of listening to music. She had always been a bit of a loner.
The Advanced Class had started with a small group, and only two had advanced to this stage–Mirabella and a shy boy who felt an inexplicable pressure whenever he tried to talk to her, enough to dissuade him from trying.
But Vincent was not so easily discouraged.
“Are you reading a French book?” Vincent took a seat next to Mirabella, noticing the untranslated book resting on her lap.
Surprise flickered in his eyes.
The volume on Mirabella’s earphones wasn’t loud, and she heard him clearly, removing one earbud to look at him. “Signed up for the French oral competition.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, puzzled, “Why would you bother with such a dull contest?” Weren’t physics and chemistry more enticing?
“Dull? It’s fine, I guess. There’s a hundred grand prize money.” Mirabella replied earnestly.
