Chapter 1028

Taking a tennis ball straight to the skull left Sheryl seeing stars. She stumbled backward, swaying violently as she fought to keep her balance.

The grandstands erupted into chaos.

Some people were screaming about Juniper's insane precision, others were horrified by the sheer brutality of the hit.

And a few were openly mocking Sheryl for getting outplayed by a gardening tool.

The stadium sounded like a zoo enclosure at feeding time.

"Juniper!!!"

Once the dizziness faded, Sheryl clutched her throbbing forehead and shot Juniper a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"Present," Juniper replied breezily. She twirled the now slightly dented watering can in her hand, a dangerous, mocking smirk playing on her lips.

"You're cheating!" Sheryl shrieked, her face twisting in rage.

"Oh?"

Juniper blinked, the picture of perfect innocence. "You're saying playing with a watering can is cheating? But didn't you explicitly agree to it just a minute ago?"

"Tell you what, let's swap. I'll take your pro racket, and you can use the watering can. I promise I won't complain."

"Would you like to swap equipment, Miss Yardley?" the referee chimed in helpfully.

"No!"

Sheryl spat, the word tearing out of her throat.

She had just underestimated her. Juniper had gotten lucky.

Now that Sheryl was paying attention, she was going to humiliate this arrogant bitch.

The match resumed.

The tennis ball flew back and forth in crazy arcs—sometimes screaming fast, sometimes agonizingly slow.

Yet no matter where Sheryl placed it, Juniper always intercepted it flawlessly with the green plastic jug.

And when it came back, it came back with a vengeance. Sheryl swung with everything she had, throwing her entire body into the returns.

She missed every single one.

The balls ricocheted off various parts of her body: her face, her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs...

Whack!

Thump!

Smack!

The hollow thud of the watering can hitting the ball, followed immediately by Sheryl's pained yelps, created a rhythmic, brutal symphony that echoed through the dead silent. arena.

"Bro, are you kidding me? She's literally dominating with a watering can!"

Hattie's eyes were practically bulging out of her head as she swore in sheer disbelief.

"Not everyone gets to be called a Goddess, but Juniper earned it!"

"Is there literally anything she can't do?! Leave some talent for the rest of us!"

"Hey, I just heard a rumor. The equipment room got locked from the outside right before the finals, and the key 'mysteriously' went missing."

"Are you serious? That's so shameless. Juniper definitely figured it out and is punishing her for it."

"LET'S GO, GODDESS!"

Once the truth started circulating through the computer science section, they began cheering with feral enthusiasm.

"Oh my god, she's so cool."

The girls from the dance department swooned, joining the chant, along with the

students Sheryl had intentionally injured in the earlier rounds.

Watching Sheryl get systematically dismantled felt like sweet, poetic justice.

The medical department stood frozen, looking entirely deflated. No one even tried to shout a word of encouragement.

What was the point?

Screaming wasn't going to stop the absolute beatdown happening on the court.

Crack!

A massive sound suddenly echoed across the court, snapping everyone's attention back to the baseline.

Sheryl was standing frozen, covered in red welts and bruises. The impact of Juniper's last shot had literally knocked the racket out of her hands.

It hit the ground and fractured perfectly in two.

The score flashed on the board.

Juniper 15.

Sheryl 3.

Sheryl's points were only there because Juniper had intentionally thrown the very first serve of the match.

And after that..... Juniper had continuously let her score just enough points to prevent

the match from ending early.

She had been toying with her. Dragging out the torture.

Finally, having had her fill of

was getting hungry-Juniper

entertainment-and realizing het

fully decided to put Sherylout of her misery