Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 877

Alexia nodded. "Yeah. Irvin doesn't even let me play with those boys!"

Elise's lips twitched awkwardly at her words. She was at a loss for what to say.

They were so young yet strangely resilient.

She was about to open her mouth to say something when Irvin stood up and said while turning to the

door, "Mom, please take us to The Spine Mine. I want to buy something."

Elise saw an out from the conversation and took it. So, she shrugged, held Alexia's hand, and followed

him.

At 6.00PM, the driver took Chubs and Specky to Alexander's residence.

"Hi, you're here! Welcome," Elise went downstairs and greeted them warmly. "You must be hungry. Do

any of you want some snacks? I'll get them for you."

"Yes! Yes!" Chubs nodded happily.

However, Irvin's dispassionate voice rang from upstairs.

"No, they won't be having anything."

Chubs and Specky had just managed to locate Irvin and only received another stern command for their

efforts.

"Come upstairs immediately."

Chubs puffed his cheeks in aggravation. He gripped his school bag as he defiantly followed behind

Specky and slowly trudged up the stairs.

As soon as they entered the room, Irvin shoved a pile of books into Chubs' arms.

The tower of books completely blocked Chubs' sight, and he could barely see his way. In fact, the

books were so heavy that he began to wobble.

Specky swallowed nervously upon the sight, then Irvin threw him a pair of headphones.

"Take this and use the computer. I've downloaded a vocabulary game. You must pass all the levels in a

week," Irvin instructed.

"That's not fair!" Chubs poked his head out from behind the pile of books, and his face flushed red with

anger. "Why do I have to do so much homework when he can play games?"

"Have you ever heard of a phrase that says, 'the early bird catches the worm'?" Irvin rebuked coldly.

"Are you questioning my methods? So, what I say doesn't count?"

"No, no! What you say counts!" Specky beamed and flattered Irvin since he got the long end of the

stick. "Whatever you say, boss! Chubs, don't forget how awesome he is. Just do as he says!"

Chubs pouted defiantly, refusing to comply.

Irvin narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "If you can finish one book within thirty minutes, you'll get a

dessert."

"Alright!" The remark instantly drove Chubs' motivation to new heights. With that promise in mind, he

enthusiastically sat at the table next to him and began doing the exercises.

Alas, he was too slow and spent too much time answering simple questions. So, in the end, he couldn't

claim his prize.

An hour later, Specky hopped with delight as he exited the room. In stark contrast, Chubs had his head

hung low and looked utterly dejected, as if he had done a whole day's worth of labor just to be told that

he wouldn't receive a single cent for his hard work.

Elise went to Irvin and asked curiously, "Is that cute friend of yours okay? He only spent an hour here,

but he looks more tired than when he was just out of school."

"He's just tired because he's been using his brain. He'll get used to it."

Irvin calmly sat on the chair and started marking Chubs' exercises.

Elise tilted her head in confusion. When she noticed the computer was still on, she went over to shut it

off and saw the educational game on the screen. Irvin had passed all the levels of the game a few

years ago. So why did he download it again?

She turned her head and looked at Irvin suspiciously. When she saw the exercise books Irvin was

reviewing, she instantly understood what had happened.

"Oh, you are tutoring your friends, aren't you? Wow, my son is so thoughtful." Elise chuckled teasingly.

The instant Irvin heard her half-hearted compliment, he tossed the book away, stood up, stuffed his

hands in his pockets, and said nonchalantly, "You're overreading this, mom. People will laugh at me if

my lackeys are too stupid."

Elise pursed her lips and pretended to believe him. "Okay, I probably don't know much about what's

going on between you boys, but please inform me in advance next time your friends come over. People

will laugh at me if I don't entertain my guests well."

Irvin pondered about it and nodded. "I'll try my best."

Elise walked over, leaned down, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "You're the sweetest!"

…

Meanwhile, at the racing track in the suburbs, two sports cars were racing on the track. Both drivers

were on par with each other in skills, maintaining some strange balance while secretly competing

against each other.

Jamie's car was closer to the inner lane. If he accelerated in the next corner, he could win the race

easily with his skills.

Unfortunately, as he approached the corner, he didn't have the slightest urge to accelerate. Thus, his

opponent seized the opportunity and overtook his car quickly.

"Boo!"

The spectators who thought highly of Jamie sighed and booed him on the spot.

Those who had placed large bets on him raised the horn and blew it to cheer him on.

"D*mn it! Step on the gas! F*ck! You have such great gear! Come on. You can still win!"

"Jamie, go!"

"Jamie, don't drive like a wimp!"

Jamie was indifferent and emotionless, no matter how harsh these words were or how loud the people

were.

He held the steering wheel lazily. It felt like the faster the speed, the more meaningless the race was.

Narissa's departure seemed to have taken away his enthusiasm for racing, and no one could make up

for it.

Eventually, Jamie lost the race.

As soon as he stopped his car, the people who had lost the bet forcefully dragged him out of the

vehicle and criticized him.

"D*mn it, what the hell! You lost on purpose, didn't you? Do you know how much money I have placed

on you?!"

"Get him!"

Jamie shoved the man off in irritation, took out his checkbook, wrote a 10 million check, and threw the

check on the man's body. Then, he got back into the car and drove away.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and placed his other hand on the car door panel as he

leaned his head against his palm. Although he kept his eyes on the road, his mind was a mess.

He didn't know how long he had driven, but soon there were fewer and fewer pedestrians, so he

stopped at an intersection. He steered the car to the left when a heavy-duty motorcycle came from the

opposite direction and turned toward the junction to the right before him.

It only took a few seconds for the female rider to make her turn, but her familiar figure and high ponytail

instantly attracted his attention.

Jamie hastily steered the car to the right, reversed, and quickly chased after her.

The female rider's speed was as fast as Narissa's. After he kept accelerating, Jamie could finally keep

pace with her.

He rolled down the window and shouted, "Narissa, I know it's you! Stop!"

The female rider in the helmet turned slightly to glance at him for a second before turning away.

Vroom! Just when Jamie assumed she would slow down, the female rider sped up and rode off,

widening the gap between them.

Jamie's heart skipped a beat and he pounded the steering wheel in frustration.

She's still mad at me, isn't she?

I don't care! No matter what, I can't let her go!

Jamie shook his thoughts away as he pulled himself together and stepped on the accelerator.

He had had enough of this endless torment! He would do everything in his power to see Narissa today!