Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 92

“Positive,” Shanley replied, taking a sip of red wine with a confident, devilish smirk. “Have you forgotten what Cybernetic Shadows is capable of?”

A rare smile finally broke through Jimmie’s grim expression. “Sorry, I only remember Cybernetic Shadows getting its butt kicked by Binary Oracle for two years straight.”

Every year at the global hacking competition, the top contenders were always Cybernetic Shadows and Binary Oracle. Before Binary Oracle appeared on the scene, Borealia’s Cybernetic Shadows had consistently held the championship title. Then, Australis’s Binary Oracle emerged, and history was rewritten.

“I didn’t quite catch that. Say it again,” Shanley’s gaze turned icy, the look in his eyes sharp enough to kill as he swirled the wine in his glass.

“Tsk.” Jimmie knew when to quit while he was ahead. He gave a faint smile and clinked his glass against Shanley’s. “Thanks, man. I owe you.”

“How are you going to thank me?” Shanley asked, raising an eyebrow with a lazy drawl.

“Well…” Jimmie savored the wine, the rich aroma clouding his judgment as he said with a half-joking smile, “You don’t have a girlfriend yet, do you?”

He had known Shanley for years and trusted his character completely. If his sister was around the same age, Shanley would be a worthy person to entrust her to.

Shanley looked up, meeting Jimmie’s gaze and instantly understanding his intention. “I don’t have one now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t in the future.”

“Huh?” Jimmie’s smile faltered. “Who in their right mind would fall for you?”

“A proud, little spitfire,” Shanley said, a fond and gentle smile spreading across his lips at the thought of Juniper.

“Little?” Jimmie pursed his lips, latching onto that one word and scoffing, “You predator.”

So Shanley didn’t want his sister, huh? His loss!

The teachers, their brows furrowed with worry, urged the dean to report the situation to Salma. One teacher had already lost his mind because of her; if she stayed, the entire faculty might go insane.

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“Juniper, the exams are next Wednesday. How’s your preparation going?” Queenie asked, worried by the campus gossip. The teachers at their school weren't unreasonable; they didn't dislike students with poor grades, but they detested those who were smart but simply refused to study. And right now, Juniper was the poster child for that.

“Hmm?” Juniper, leaning against a wall with her legs crossed, was munching on nuts. “What’s there to prepare for? All you need is a hand to write with, right?”

Queenie was speechless.

Just then, Juniper’s phone vibrated. A message popped up: [Boss, the DNA test results for you and Jimmie are in.]