"Code Goddess, let's grab a bite together later!"
"Code Goddess, add my socials!"
"Code Goddess, can I ask you for advice in the future?"
Serena leaned back in her chair, her posture lazy. She occasionally nodded or offered a quiet hum of acknowledgment. No one thought she was putting on airs. Her skills commanded absolute respect.
As the crowd immersed themselves in the lively bonfire party, Bianca Doyle, whose fever had finally broken, strutted over. She had changed into a luxurious designer suit, her makeup flawless, and dragged Isabella along.
Bianca was clearly in high spirits, all traces of her previous wretched state gone. Her chin was held high, radiating arrogance, fully restored to her high-and-mighty posture as the Doyle family's eldest daughter.
Looking at Serena, Bianca recalled her own miserable humiliation. The more she thought about it, the more smug she felt, a smile spreading across her face.
Some contestants from other teams couldn't stand her and began to mock her.
"Oh, look at Ms. Doyle's attitude. Did The Dreamscape Initiative actually finish that jammed data?"
"Impossible. They're down two people, and they couldn't even push the core algorithm through."
"Then what is she laughing about?"
Bianca heard them, turned her head, and laughed even louder.
"What? Only you are allowed to finish, but we aren't?"
She scoffed, scanning the crowd with utter contempt before her gaze landed on Serena. Her tone dripped with biting sarcasm. "You trash have no real ability. You just rely on Serena Lancaster's charity."
"But I, Bianca, only need myself to complete the ultimate deduction that you garbage don't even dare to dream about!"
"I can win on my own."
The entire area fell silent for a moment.
Then, someone burst out laughing.
"Bragging doesn't cost a thing."
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