From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 135

Anthea greeted the man with a courteous nod, "Hello, Mr. A."

"Hello," Mr. A adjusted his microphone, "Shall we begin?" His voice was warm and pleasant, a contributing factor to his popularity.

"Let's do this." replied Anthea.

Mr. A initiated the game, "Just so you know, I've made it to the national finals before. I'll make you easy."

Anthea followed, "Mr. A, it's still a game. I don't take kindly to handouts."

Mr. A chuckled and shook his head in resignation, "Alright, then."

The match began, and the chatroom started buzzing with anticipation.

‘Go, streamer! You can do this!’

‘Mr. A is professional, no shame in losing to him. Go, girl!’

On Mr. A’s side, the tone was different.

‘This newbie streamer is so full of herself! Does she think she can beat Mr. A? ’

‘This streamer is getting cocky!’

‘She is totally over her head.’

The tension on the board escalated.

Anthea remained nonchalant, even finding the time to joke with her fans amid the growing crisis on the board.

One viewer asked Anthea what she would do if she lost.

"Lost? You're joking, right? Haven't you heard my motto?"

‘Miss, are you still boasting at a time like this?’

Even some of Mr. A’s fans came over to mock Anthea for her hubris.

Anthea, unbothered, spoke calmly, "Mr. A, watch out, I'm putting you in check."

Mr. A was taken aback.

How could he be in check when he was in control of the game?

Anthea hinted, "My knight is about to take your king."

Only then did Mr. A react, quickly moving his king and breaking into a sweat.

Anthea moved her bishop, "Check."

Mr. A was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He had underestimated the rookie.

Now what? If he lost, how could he save face? After all, he was a well-known influencer!

Losing to a newbie wouldn't look good.

With no moves left, Anthea captured his king, "You lose, Mr. A."

The chat exploded.

Offering his contact information to Griffin should make her day, he thought.

It wasn't a privilege extended to just anyone.

"Mr. A, either explain yourself or let's have a rematch!"

Mr. A still wore a smile, "It's just a game. Why so serious?"

"Afraid to play?" Anthea raised an eyebrow.

‘This is outrageous! If you want a rematch, give her one! Don't go easy this time!’

‘Teach her a lesson!’

With the fans' fervor, Mr. A reluctantly agreed to another round.

His assistant, sensing trouble, quickly pulled out a phone to download a guide for chess strategies.

With the guide in hand, how could he lose?

Mr. A relaxed, and he said, "Since Griffin insists, rest assured, I won't hold back this time."

‘No need to go easy on someone who's too scared to show her face!’

‘Exactly!’

‘Oh my god, he's so good to his fans!’

The rematch began.