The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg7
“Why are you smiling, Mister Butler?” Asking the question in the remaining moments, he sees the other person smiling and looking happily. Khanin slightly tilts his head, showing his curiosity.
“Your Highness, I'm delighted to see the team in such great shape. If our opponents knew how talented this team is, they would surely feel the heat and the chill of competition.” This time, Chatsri didn't exceed expectations, but chose to speak based on the situation. At first glance, he admitted that he was one of those who couldn't see the future of the competition.
However, after observing the training and strategizing, Chakri believes that everyone here is a hidden gem in an unexplored mine, especially Charan and Phitakthewa. No one would think that an art teacher who has never held a sword would possess such difficult-to-catch skills, at this level.
The Young Prince, despite being young, possesses sharp foresight and unmatched intelligence!
“Indeed, maybe we should announce to the world who is on our team.” It seems Chakri's sentence is meant to provoke some thoughts. As Khanin joins the conversation, the handsome prince smiles enchantingly. His beautiful eyes are a charming disguise, causing Charan to ask in order to trap him.
“What does this smiley mean?”
“Introduce the Khanin’s team.”
Charan, distrusting the answer, quickly grabs his own phone before Chakri can put it in his hands.
“What can Your Highness do?”
“How about taking a group photo? Khun Jae, come this way, everyone strike a fun pose.” The team leader claps his hands to gather everyone together.
Chakri hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to comply.
“Your Highness, why didn't you take a photo during practice? It would show that we were focused. Taking a photo like this would...”
“That kind of shot wouldn't have any impact, we don't focus on the angle.
We focus on capturing something different, creating a lasting image.”
“…”
Chakri was speechless.
He could not help it. Meanwhile, everyone else laughs. Charan smirks at Khanin's painful expression, and of course, the Young Prince refuses to give up easily.
Smile, everyone.Mister Butler, just take the photo and focus on me. Don't look at the camera, so it looks more genuine.”
At the end of the sentence, Chakri grimaces, but he lifts the camera to obey the command. He carefully considers what to ask in his mind.
And you, the one behind the scenes… haven't you captured enough of our enchanting moments?
…
Ramil gazes at the recently posted photo on the news website, less than an hour ago. A mischievous smile appears on his handsome face, the only son of the Puchongpisut family, leaning his back against the sofa in a relaxed position. While scrolling through the comments and criticism about the Atsawathewathin team.
NO1: Can they handle other teams?
NO2: Bartender, former stage actor, owner of a club, owner of an art school.
A Young Prince from far away, how can they compete in sword fights?
The comments were mixed, but mostly negative, and what interested Ramil the most was the trend showing that Atsawathewathin was blocked by
Puchongpisut and Thawetmetha, leaving no other choice but to recruit the lower class.
It's a strong opinion, but it is well-liked by the royal prince. The current situation seems worth sacrificing for.
Ramil has been busy all day with training and team meetings. From the strength and skills he has seen from the team members, and seeing the list of competing teams, there is nothing to worry about.
Ramil is not afraid of Evaa, Thawetmetha is not weak, but not too strong to resist. As for Atsawathewathin, he does not consider Khanin as a competitor in this field.
Have you heard the news yet?” The tense voice of Petai caught the attention of those who were interested in the news on the iPad screen, and the face that could be both beautiful and handsome at the same time was filled with tension without a hint of a smile.
“Seen it.”
“Charan is competing in this game.”
“And?” The eyebrows formed a frown, he glanced at the close follower who now holds a position in the competing family, Puchongpisut.
Everyone in Emmaly knows well that Petai is a skilled and formidable person, the only son of a minister's family, who has competed in sword fighting many times and has always been a winner. Even against Ramil himself.
“....”
“And why?”
“Can I compete against him... can I specifically?” The serious voice of Petai indicates his desire, the son of the prestigious Ranwin family, with lips that are slightly pouted when facing someone with a similar age.
“Why? Give a reason.”
“Others will admire Charan, but I would rather compete against him.” Petai replied honestly, he may not know Charan well, but he thought he was better than anyone else.
“As you wish.” It was strange that this time Ramil did not show any signs of annoyance or challenge, on the contrary, he simply nodded before leaving the room.
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