During the Dublin Championship, the entire city was abuzz with excitement centered around the stadium.
Hotels hosted parties every night, department stores boosted souvenir sales, and restaurants were busy captivating tourists’ palates with special menus available only during this season.
Not only them, but the journalists were also busy.
They had to run tirelessly between Ritten Central Station and Ritten Harbor to cover players arriving from various places and those entering the country, and they also had to attend press conferences of the top contenders for victory.
The number of journalists covering a player’s popularity was soon evident.
Look at the vigor happening simultaneously on a single day.
Someone rolled their tongue, seeing the journalists crowded without a single vacancy.
Olivia Blanchett, who had hidden from the public eye since the scene at the Londos Consulate, held her first official press conference.
Coincidentally, it was scheduled to challenge Princess Anblin’s press conference time. This was a clear challenge and psychological warfare.
“Move a bit, to the side.”
“You there with the hat. Whether you bend your knees or move your seat, let’s cooperate. Don’t mess up the angle.”
The Grand Ballroom of the Ranslotte Hotel, which was crowded not in the press room of the Brit Palace, was busier and noisier than ever.
Overwhelmed by that heat, Olivia, who was standing firm, clenched her stiff hands. She tried to steady her breath.
“No need to be nervous.”
Edga smiled brightly. His charming smile, however, was of no help at the moment.
Standing in front of those who wrote the scathing articles pouring out for days, her chest tightened again.
“When it’s hard to answer, hand it over to Russell Junior.”
Russell Junior, who was adjusting his attire in front of the mirror, shrugged, showing his shoulders.
“Just trust me. Olivia… Ah, no, Miss Blanchett.”
They had casually become so familiar with each other’s names.
Dga looked at Russell Junior and chuckled silently. Fortunately, Russell Junior was perceptive enough.
“When you’re ready, speak.”
Olivia took a deep breath.
“Ready… Okay.”
Her wandering pupils, like waves, finally became determined.
“Alright.”
Edga lightly placed his hand on Olivia’s shoulder.
“Shall we go?”
Olivia nodded.
The employees holding the golden handles of the huge door, emitting a reddish light, opened the door simultaneously.
The buzzing sound surged and then suddenly fell silent like the quiet after a mouse’s death.
Olivia, with her hand on Russell Junior’s arm, took her first step.
With shoulders squared and expression composed, Olivia set foot into the press conference room. The moment she stepped in, she tightly closed her eyes.
When the intense camera flashes burst all at once, her vision turned white.
The sound resembling fireworks, the bang, echoed one after another in her ears. She was utterly disoriented.
“Here, look here.”
“Miss Blanchett! This way, too.”
Russell Junior’s voice flowed into Olivia’s heavy ears.
“Are you okay?”
Russell Junior asked, tilting his head slightly. Olivia, who had a momentary dizziness, slowly opened her eyes.
After blinking her eyelids a few times, her vision gradually cleared.
“Yes, let’s go now.”
Olivia sharpened her focus to avoid showing any signs of tension. She didn’t forget to curve a smile around her lips.
With a composed posture, she gracefully walked to the podium.
Russell Junior pulled out Olivia’s chair, and as she took her seat, he sat next to her. Soon, the room fell silent.
Olivia, who had been looking down at the table covered with deep violet Bordeaux fabric, slowly raised her gaze.
Where and how should she tear into the questions? There was a fierce energy in the air.
Unfriendly eyes seemed to be ready to pounce at any moment, glittering with intensity.
Taking a deep breath, Olivia raised her gloved hands above the table and clasped her fingers.
Reading the signal that she was ready, Russell Junior opened the gates.
“Thank you all for coming amid your busy schedules. This year, instead of being a player, I am here to introduce Olivia Blanchett as a coach. As most of you may know, I am Russell Junior Dixon. For those who may not be familiar, haha. The reason I became Miss Blanchett’s coach was… well, it was fate. If you’re wondering how it all started…”
Man, he talks a lot.
Nobody was interested. The faces of the journalists were wrinkling.
It was annoying. How to deal with this self-important nobleman who was taking up Olivia’s time, who was the one they were actually curious about.
And then it happened.
“I’m Michael Dossett from The Sun Daily.”
A journalist who stood up abruptly cut off Russell Junior’s long speech.
If it had been a commoner journalist, such a ruthless act would have been unimaginable, but this man was also a noble.
Normally, his meddling was unpleasant, but today, for some reason, it seemed quite welcome.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Miss Blanchett.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dossett.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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