Unconventional Tactics ( 185 )

The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium, trying to reignite the crowd's enthusiasm. "Now, the next battle! Does Class F even have a chance left?"

Excitement and doubt buzzed among the spectators as the announcer raised his arm dramatically. "Here comes the representative from Class A! From the prestigious Marquis Hazlarn household..."

The Class A student, dressed in finely embroidered robes, stepped forward with a confident smirk, waving to the crowd as cheers erupted.

The announcer turned toward the other side. "And where is the representative from Class F?"

Back at the Class F bench, Liana gently shook Javier's shoulder. "Young Master, wake up. It's your turn."

"Hmm?" Javier mumbled, still half-asleep. "Let me sleep a little more..."

"Young Master..." Liana's tone became more insistent, though still soft.