Jimmie Tate?


    Yelena and Ynda slowly turned their heads to look at each other, their expressions stiff.


    A few secondster, Ynda burst outughing, her face a mixture of contempt and disbelief. “Yelena, did you see that? The kids at Aurora High are iming Jimmie Tate is their final act."


    "Hahaha,” Yelenaughed so hard she identally jostled her injured arm, her smile twisting into a grimace. “Does someone need to give them a reality check? We''re talking about Jimmie Tate, not some street performer who''ll sing a song for ten bucks."


    Yelena scoffed. Her father had pulled countless strings just to get Wilder. Aurora High? What a joke!


    After Qadir''s announcement, the Aurora High livestream was flooded with new viewers-die-hard fans, curious Era High students, and random onlookers there for the drama. Most thought it was impossible. A small minority held out a sliver of hope.


    "Juniper, you''re not joking, are you?" the dean of students asked, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead as the viewer count climbed higher and higher.


    "Do I look like I''m joking?" Juniper''szy gaze fell on him, a faint curve to her lips. "Stop hovering. You should probably go get a team started on next year''s student recruitment n. Tonight, I''m going to give Aurora High''s future enrollment a major boost."


    A major boost? Having witnessed Juniper''s unique methods before, the dean decided not to stop her. Fine. The students were about to graduate anyway, and the school''s future was uncertain. Let the kids have their fun.


    ...


    Time passed. With only two hours left in the event, Wilder appeared on stage at Era High. Their livestream exploded, shooting to the top of the trending charts. The students at Aurora High started to get restless.


    "Is Mr. Tateing or not? It''s almost over."


    "Yeah, the people in the chat are roasting us even harder now."


    "Someone should go ask Juniper. She''s the one who said he wasing."


    "Yeah, who''s going to ask?"


    "Who dares talk to Juniper? You go. I''m not doing it."


    "If you''re not going, neither am I."


    Despite their grumbling, no one dared to approach Juniper. After all, she was their academic savior, their study guide guy. Offending berwas not an option.


    Juniper, however, remained unconcerned, tapping away at a game on her tablet.


    She asionally switched apps to message Jimmie.


    Juniper: [Where are you?]


    Jimmie: [At the school gate. Using the back entrance to avoid a scene.]


    Juniper: [Hurry up. My little ducklings are getting impatient.]


    Jimmie: [You feel bad for your ducklings, but what about your poor brother?]


    He had rushed over right after work, without even grabbing a bite to eat. Such a demanding sister, and such a hard life for him.


    Juniper yawned and casually typed back three words: [I feel you.]


    Jimmie: [...] Could she be any more dismissive?


    As the final performance wrapped up and Jimmie still hadn''t appeared, the students started yawning. They sighed. They had gotten their hopes


    up for nothing, foolishly thinking they might actually see Jimmie Tate.


    [LOL, it''s over. Let''s go.]


    [If Jimmie Tate shows up, I''ll chop my head off and let the Aurora High students use it as a ser ball My IP address will show my name and ss at Era High:]


    [Era High student +1]


    [+2]


    [+10086]


    The chat was filled with people so certain Jimmie wouldn''t appear that they were willing to bet their heads on it.


    "Tsk," Juniper quit her game. "A bunch of morons. What''s so fun about kicking a head around?"