Chapter 7
The fashion show ended quickly.
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I silently thought “credits secured” to myself, and as soon as the lights went out, I headed straight back to the dressing room, planning to change and leave immediately.
But just as I stepped off the stage, I saw Chad waiting by the door.
He was craning his neck with a look of eager anticipation.
When he saw me, his face lit up with an expression that was both shy and delighted.
I walked over with a completely blank expression.
Then I heard Chad passionately call out that word “Valkyrie.”
Me: ???
“What did you just call me?”
I frowned, packing up my things while asking coldly.
Chad didn’t seem inclined to answer me, just kept gushing with his confession: “Valkyrie, I didn’t expect you to actually come. You wanted to surprise me, didn’t you? Too bad I only got second place. But you know, it’s because I saw that fat pig Liv
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before the competition and it threw off my mindset. After the competition’s over, I’m going to your school to give her hell. Didn’t you say she bullied you before? I’ll help you get revenge too. Valkyrie, you just agreed to be with me…”
Listening to his rambling, I was completely confused and
interrupted him with disgust: “Stop. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Chad froze for a moment and finally calmed down: “What’s wrong?”
I remained expressionless: “First, I’m not Valkyrie—I’m that annoying Liv you were just talking about. Second, I never bullied your Valkyrie, so you don’t need to get revenge on me. And we were only briefly paired up as a CP for a short time–we were never actually together. Please move aside.”
Upon hearing this, Chad turned to stone!
He seemed to be processing what I’d said.
I couldn’t be bothered waiting for him to figure it out, so I grabbed my phone from the table and started to leave.
Just then, a flood of messages popped up.
I frowned and opened my phone to see the group chat filled with disgusting comments.
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Chad seemed to have finally figured it out.
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He asked me in disbelief, his face pale: “So you’re not Valkyrie, you’re Liv, which means the person who’s number one on the goddess ranking is you…”
I ignored him.
My eyes were fixed on the photo I’d enlarged on my phone
screen.
This was the photo they’d sent when they were insulting me with “Look at Goddess Valkyrie–she’s beautiful and great at gaming. How can you even compare to her?”
I stared at it for two or three seconds, then suddenly laughed in anger: “So Stacy took my photo and entered some goddess contest, then came to lord it over me the actual person in the photo?”
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