The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 51

The Lakon ice hockey tournament had begun, and whether I liked it or not, I was about to step into Leo’s world once more. This wasn’t just any match–it was a battlefield where legends were made, and failures were forgotten

Although I had decided to keep it professional and go with Echo, Jane insisted on watching

it live.

“Mommy, please! I want to see the live action.”

After several back–and–forth exchanges, I agreed with her and used a disguise to conceal my identity. Wearing masks and glasses covered our faces successfully.

At sharp eleven in the morning, Jane and I arrived at the stadium; Echo had bought front–row tickets for us. Seeing the spectacle of the rink, I imagined the scene of my Jane playing as a professional player in a few years by herself. I couldn’t wait for that day to

turn into a reality soon.

The commentators welcomed the hoMelodyble guests and gave a small speech on the significance of today’s event before the players Introduction.

his team Leo came out, dressed in hockey gear, his confidence made him prominent among members. He waved in our direction and mouthed, “Watch out!“, making me conscious. I shifted in my seat uncontrollably; someone must have informed him about my arrival

today.

But I didn’t respond, ignoring his attempt to gain my attention. Leo didn’t stop at it, he raised his brow and winked as the referee blew the whistle, making the fans behind me

scream.

Hah!

What a narcissist!

Well, the match started on a good note as both the teams were of equal caliber, they struggled to dribble the puck into the opponent’s net. Both goaltenders were on high alert.

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his eft and right wing, his grace, and speed left others in awe. They stayed in the

and Leo passed it between them, making the goalie move from side to side. That strategy opened up the net for scoring

the commentator announced one point for his team. The game became so intense after that, fixing my attention on every player was

witnessing his mastery on the rink. His effortless moves were like

erupted in the stadium as a left forward snatched the puck from the corner

the puck still on his

mind–blowing!

the first break, foreshadowing the victory of Leo’s

The

already become Leo’s anti–fan. When I clapped for him on the fourth goal, she glared at me,

were me, I would have practiced for a better rhythm of hands

lazy shots, they aren’t

criticism of their style even drew the attention of some spectators, who turned to argue

with her.

an epitome of perfection, he precisely shot the puck into

you talking about?”

Game Was Mine

to counter their analysis with more facts when I quickly covered her mouth. She was gaining unnecessary attention. Staying low key in

the match with an impressive performance. The fans went crazy to celebrate his

the post game

looked into my

enough for FB

crowd, an anxious voice slithered

is trying to win

I could tell from her tone that