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

Chapter 221

Chapter 221

The ear splitting cheers of a fully charged crowd reverberated around the surroundings; fans were going crazy for the masters. Len’s agility, his hand technique, and the coordination with his team created an air of magic, spellbinding the audience. I couldn’t help but praise him for his skill.

He was shooting the puck mid–strike, moving at a record speed. I even suspected him of using steroids for his stamina, as he was practically unstoppable. Attacking relentlessly, he wasn’t making any mistake, skillfully increasing the shots in the goal through snapshots and backhands shots, he was aiming low while shooting for precision. For the whole first period, he led over the rink, scoring three goals despite Bright’s teams‘ defensive stance. They were two points behind before the break.

Bright’s struggle in the rink made me feel bad, as if I was the reason he could concentrate on the game. I thought that my stunt would activate his competitive mode. Leo used this tact and convinced Bright for this match, so why my instigation failed, I wasn’t sure about the exact reason.

However, when the second period started, I brought out the poster 1 made for Bright and stood up, reliving the days of my ice hockey addiction. I was habitual of attending every match and obsessing

over

the results, doing this for my exotic fiancé rejuvenated my soul.

He noticed the poster and nodded to acknowledge my best wishes. I disregarded the media’s objections of siding with Bright and gave him a shout–out, pointing out to play aggressively. The defense strategy was brilliant for norm days, but showing your cards was what he had to do right then.

Thankfully, Bright took my word and organized his team. He gifted us an empty net goal, flexing his team’s combined strength. It was a risky move to pull the goalie in the match, leaving the net unguarded. But capitalizing an offensive pressure was crucial for the win.

more points in the second period to

the match came down to the last period, the nail–biting situation riveted me to my spot as the teams started playing fiercely. Leo looked at me before hitting the puck, as if promising to win. I prayed in my heart after the fourth point for his

don’t let Leo win. He doesn’t deserve the

the rink, ice hockey was something he

point soothed my taut nerves. I was able to breathe properly.

and

for the lead to seal the deal. But the expert goalies didn’t let the puck cross their deadly wall of defense. The clock was running like Usain Bolt to

One goal!

to achieve it. I could feel the temperature rising in the freezing rink as the players were playing roughly due to frustration. Shoving, hitting, punching, and jabbing the stick became

the net, raising fine hair on the back of my neck, but failed to score. The defending team fairly stopped his

as the next instant,

on, Bright. Smash

magically commanded the puck, shooting it to the net single–handedly, I was certain that he would score now. He was one shot away from scoring the fifth goal

“It’s a foul!”

and went to analyze the premises. The players tried to make it look like an accident, but the referee wouldn’t even budge. He awarded Bright’s team with a penalty shot.

Phew!

to settle the scores. And then it was a fight on rink, converting it into a