After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 339 - 312: Accepting her as a disciple is her honor (5 more updates)

Chapter 339: Chapter 312: Accepting her as a disciple is her honor (5 more updates)

First Middle School wins the women’s team competition.

Without a doubt.

Even with the interference from the organizers, they still defeated Third Middle School by three points.

"Cheating!"

Suddenly, someone from Third Middle School pointed at Chloe Stephens and shouted loudly.

The referees and onlookers all turned to look.

Frowning.

"We lost, so we lost."

Corin Fisher stopped someone who wanted to cause trouble.

That girl clenched her fists in dissatisfaction.

Corin Fisher nodded slightly towards Chloe Stephens, apologizing for their side.

Chloe glanced at Corin Fisher.

This Corin Fisher seemed to have some self-awareness.

Third Middle School left the scene.

No matter how unwilling Corin Fisher was, he could only give up.

As for Old Master Dawson’s side, she could only give up too.

*

"Chloe, you’re amazing."

The girl who was following Winnie Weston didn’t hesitate to praise her.

Chloe said lightly, "It’s because they’re too weak."

"..."

"Chloe, you’ve been hiding your true talent."

Winnie Weston stared at Chloe, sizing her up with a doubtful gaze.

"I’ve never concealed it."

"Why did you set up such a persona then? Isn’t it deliberately misleading people?" Winnie Weston said, "I’ve heard many versions at school, saying that you’re brain-dead and that you got into the national first place solely because of the Stephens family’s connections."

"Even a fool could see that this is an exaggeration."

Winnie Weston: "..."

"Winnie Weston, don’t blame Chloe. Do you expect her to tell everyone she meets that she can play chess?" Elijah Clarke came over and spoke up for Chloe.

Winnie Weston shrugged, "So, next time in the competition..."

"Chloe Stephens, right?"

One of the vice managers from the organizing committee walked over, looking at Chloe with a smile.

Everyone from First Middle School looked over.

"Could you come with me? Don’t get the wrong idea, we have an award to give to you."

"A private award? There’s such a thing?" This was the first time Winnie Weston had heard of it.

"Yes, for Chloe Stephens throughout the whole tournament."

"Aren’t you guys being a little biased? The competition isn’t even over yet, and you’re secretly giving Chloe an award."

"Well..."

"Chloe has won several matches in a row, so it’s only fitting that the organizers reward her. If you had such results, the organizers would reward you as well."

"I was just joking."

The voice behind her grew softer.

*

Backstage room.

Upon entering, Chloe saw Bob Dawson looking at her.

The organizer immediately introduced, "Chloe, this is Old Master Dawson, the Chess Saint!"

"Old Master Dawson."

"Hmm," Bob Dawson looked at the composed Chloe with satisfaction and nodded, "Very impressive."

"Old Master Dawson, Chloe Stephens is undoubtedly the most outstanding player in this women’s team competition. Even the Chess Club of Third Middle School lost to her." The vice manager was just stating the obvious.

Chloe looked at the organizer, "Where’s my prize?"

"Chloe, this is your reward." The vice manager pointed at Old Master Dawson.

Chloe: "..."

Seeing her stunned, the vice manager pushed her, "Hurry up and call him."

This student was a little slow.

"I don’t need an old man."

It was weird that they awarded her with an old man for playing chess.

"..."

With his hands behind his back, Bob Dawson cleared his throat, "I have decided to accept you as my disciple."

His words sounded like a bestowed favor.

A proud demeanor that expected Chloe to kneel and thank him for accepting her as a disciple.

Chloe pursed her lips and realized that she had misunderstood the other party’s intention.

He wanted to accept her as a disciple.

Without giving it much thought, she turned and left.

Bob Dawson was expecting the girl to excitedly offer a gift in return, but instead, she turned and left.

His face slowly changed.

Nobody managed to stop the girl, only realizing what happened after she walked away.

The organizers saw Bob’s increasingly unhappy expression and immediately stepped forward to soothe him, "Old Master Dawson, she might not know about your reputation. We’ll go out and explain it later, and then Chloe will understand."

"Hmph, I think she doesn’t want the reward," daring to slap his face, she had the guts.

Thinking about how he lost face in front of everyone, Bob Dawson’s expression became even more difficult.

The organizers glanced at each other.

Then they heard Bob angrily say, "Cancel their team qualification and the same with the prize money."

"This is..."

The organizers were in a dilemma.

It was being broadcasted live on the scene, and the girls’ team from First Middle School was seen by everyone. If they were disqualified now, wouldn’t it be like running into a gun?

"You figure out a way to disqualify them. Otherwise, I won’t participate in the future matches."

Throwing down these words, Bob Dawson strode away in anger.

As an ancient martial artist and a prestigious Chess Saint, it was an honor to be taken as a disciple by him, but she dared to ignore him.

In Bob Dawson’s view, it was too daring.

Now, the organizers were in a dilemma.

*

The men’s team competition was in the afternoon.

Chloe had to go back to school for the afternoon classes.

Just arrived at school.

Mason and the others ran over to congratulate her!

Even the headteacher and her classmates gave Chloe some rewards.

The eyes of the classmates in the class looking at Chloe also changed.

"Chloe, you’re really amazing! I’ll treat you all to dinner at the courtyard tonight, let’s celebrate! You don’t know how people online are calling you, the future successor of the Chess Saint! This is the highest compliment!"

Abigail Wilson felt that sharing a table with Chloe was luck accumulated over several lifetimes.

Chloe thought of the appearance of the Chess Saint and felt that she would rather not have this compliment.

*

"Chloe, Mom watched the live broadcast, it was amazing! Tonight when you come home, Mom will cook something delicious for you, and the whole family will celebrate for you!"

Even before school ended, Yvette Foster’s phone call came in.

"I made plans with my classmates."

"I see," Yvette thought for a moment and said, "In that case, let’s eat out and invite your classmates to join us!"

Chloe nodded. "Okay."

She turned and told her friends, and they all agreed.

That night.

They left school on time and got into the car sent by the Stephens Family as soon as they walked outside.

They headed to a high-end restaurant.

*

"Chloe."

Alex Stephens greeted them at the door.

Those who hadn’t met Alex looked at Chloe when they saw him.

Chloe nodded in response, her expression softening considerably.

"Hi everyone, I’m Chloe’s brother, Alex Stephens."

So he was the brother!

He’s so handsome!

"Nice to meet you, Alex! I’m Abigail Wilson!"

Alex nodded politely.

The other three also greeted him.

"Father and Aunt Foster are upstairs waiting. Let’s go in."

Walking beside Chloe, Ava Sanders poked Chloe’s waist and whispered, "Chloe, your brother is so handsome!"

"Not bad."

"..."

Was this just "not bad"? How were others supposed to live?

As they stepped out of the elevator and were about to go to their reserved seats, a few people came out of the reflective corridor.

The one leading was Filbert Fisher.

He had recently been involved in big business talks, so he followed them out for work.

They had just finished dinner and were leaving when they bumped into Chloe and her group.

Both sides stopped in their tracks.

The atmosphere was briefly tense.

Seeing Alex, Filbert’s anger surged.

There was still a bruise on his face from where Alex had hit him.

If it weren’t for the wrong setting, he would have taken action already.