<b>Chapter </b><b>456 </b>
<b>Heather </b><b>didn’t </b><b>bother </b><b>with </b>Leo and Mirabe anymore, <b>quickly </b>teaming up <b>with </b>her cousin to tackle the <b>tasks </b>assigned by the show’s <b>producers</b>.
<b>Ten </b>minutester, Mirabe pocketed her phone. Still basking <b>in </b>the <b>joy </b><b>of </b>his little sister carrying <b>him </b>to victory in the game, Leo looked up at her and said<b>, </b>“When we <b>get </b>back, <b>you </b>gotta coach me some more. I wanna hit that Champion rank.”
Mirabe’s temples throbbed, and she rejected him without any hint of <b>emotion</b>, “I <b>don’t </b>have <b>the </b>time.*
Leo touched his nose<b>, </b>a <b>look </b>of <b>dejection </b>on his face. “Are <b>you </b><b>tired </b>of me?<b>” </b>
Mirabe gave him a sidelong nce. It seemed he had sessfully tossed his agent’s reminders to the back of his mind. There went his <b>persona</b>.
Mirabe scanned the <b>now </b>significantly less crowded marketce and said, “Let’s get to business.”
At her words, Leo immediately straightened up and took the lead. “I got this!” After coasting through two episodes, he was determined <b>to </b>nail this simple task of grocery shopping!
Watching <b>him </b>stride ahead, Mirabe thought, “Well<b>, </b>if the little princess is happy, that’s all that matters.”
Leo meandered around before stopping in <b>front </b>of a stall run by an elderly man who appeared to be in his sixties. The old man didn’t have much produce left, and what was there looked a bit wilted, clearly the leftovers after a day of picky customers.
Having been under Donald’s thumb recently, Mirabe felt a twinge of empathy at the sight <b>of </b>the elderly vendor.
<b>Leo</b>, oblivious to <b>his </b>sister’s mood<b>, </b>pointed to a pile of tomatoes and asked, “Hey<b>, </b>sir, how much <b>for </b>these tomatoes?<b>” </b>
The old man took in the young customers<b>, </b>especially Leo, who looked vaguely familiar. He paused before responding, “Two bucks a <b>pound</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Ready to haggle<b>, </b>Leo countered, “How about three bucks for two pounds?”
Mirabe raised an eyebrow<b>, </b>surprised. She hadn’t pegged the little prince as a haggler.
The old man shook his head.
<b>“</b>Then four bucks for two pounds?<b>” </b>Leo suggested.
There was a moment’s silence as the old man seemed taken aback. Did this young man not attend elementary school?
Mirabe, already covering her face, resigned herself to the inevitable.
The livestream audience was in stitches.
[Buddy, wake up, you’re showing off your IQ.]
[Old man: Two bucks a pound. Buddy: How about four bucks for two pounds? Old man: …he must be a bit slow!]
[I can’t. I’m dying ofughter here.]
[Ah, this… this… truly a festival of joy for the simple–minded.]
Hans, who had been quietly following the siblings, suddenly patted Mirabe’s shoulder and said with empathy, <b>“</b>Hey, you’ve really got your work cut out for you.”
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Mirabe spread her hands in <b>a </b>gesture of helplessness.
As Hans and his partner walked away to fulfill their own tasks for the show, Leo was still trying to <b>negotiate </b>with the vendor. <b>To </b>prevent any more of her little princess’s intellectual prowess from being revealed, Mirabe pulled him away.
A confused Leo, still without his groceries, looked at his sister and asked, “What’s up <b>now</b><b>?</b><b><i>” </i></b>
“Your new mission<b>, </b>should you choose to <b>ept </b>it,” Mirabe said with a clear gaze and a solemn voice, “is to check the livestreamments on your phone.” With that, she walked <b>away</b><b>, </b>leaving Leo with a puzzled expression.
After a solid moment of <b>confusion</b><b>, </b><b>Leo </b>took <b>out </b>his phone and entered the livestream. Seeing the screen filled with ‘persona shattered‘ments, he sank <b>into </b>deep introspection. The intemet crowd sure was hard to please.
Meanwhile, at the Davis family mansion.
Delh and Shawn, <b>who </b>had been watching the livestream, simultaneously covered their eyes when they <b>saw </b>their youngest son’s clueless close-up <b>on </b>screen.