Chapter 242


    Mirabe 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, Mirabe and Leo looked the most alike. Put them side by side, and no one


    would doubt they were blood–rted.


    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, Mirabe froze for a solid two minutes before snapping back to reality. She tilted


    her head and called out to Leo, “Juztin.”


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    At his sister’s sudden shout. Leo shivered, reflexively responding. “Mira?”


    The corner of Mirabe’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?


    Mirabe 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.”


    Mirabe 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.


    Mirabe sat alone in a corner, earphones in, as she’d recently be a fan of listening to music. She


    had always been a bit of a loner.


    The Advanced ss had started with a small group, and only two had advanced to this stage–


    Mirabe 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 Mirabe, noticing the untranted book


    resting on herp.


    Surprise flickered in his eyes.


    The volume on Mirabe’s earphones wasn’t loud, and she heard him clearly, removing one earbud to


    look at him. “Signed up for the French oralpetition.”


    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.” Mirabe replied earnestly.