Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 379: A selfie

A week had passed since then, and quiet days had slipped by faster than Brandon expected.

In the academy grounds, students crowded every visible space in the arena, and the air buzzed with competition, adrenaline, and gossip.

For this year, many people are eager to watch the first-year competition because the only male awakener is participating in the matches.

Right now, all eyes were locked on one pair standing at the center.

Brandon and Elena.

THUD.

"Argh-" The woman’s knees buckled, and she collapsed face-first onto the stone arena floor as the air left her lungs in a painful grunt.

The shockwave of Brandon’s last punch still seed to linger in the air.

The young woman blinked up at him dazedly, and her braid is half undone, with the armor cracked near the ribs where his strike had connected.

"...I yield," she muttered, forcing the words out between clenched teeth.

The arena erupted.

"ANOTHER WIN FOR BRANDON AND ELENA’S TEAM!!"

The announcer’s voice thundered through the speakers in excitent.

"THEY REMAIN UNDEFEATED IN EVERY MATCH SO FAR, NOT A SINGLE LOSS, NOT EVEN A DRAW!"

Cheers exploded from the stands.

"YEEEEEAAAAHH!!!"

"BRANDON!! BRANDON!! BRANDON!!"

Students stomped their feet, clapped hands, waved banners, and shouted both their nas like a rhythm.

Brandon gave a faint nod to his opponent before turning to Elena.

Up in the stands, the gossip began.

"Did you see that? He didn’t even use ether."

"It’s insane... he just punched her and she went flying."

"Brandon hasn’t shown even half his abilities... is he saving them for the finals?"

"Or the senior rank matches, imagine that! A first-year stepping into their bracket?"

Down in the arena, Elena glanced at him with crossed arms "Well, that took barely a minute."

Brandon shrugged "She rushed in without reinforcing her stance."

Elena rolled her eyes "You could at least pretend to struggle. People are starting to think we’re bullying them."

The announcer called for dics to assist the defeated student off the stage, while the next match countdown lit up on the displays hovering overhead.

But the audience has a different kind of anticipation...

Just how far can Brandon go?

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Walking through the Academy hallway, Brandon had a frown on his face ’Why did she call to the Council of Seven?’

On his way, the students looked at him in surprise and admiration.

But not everyone was welcoming; he also noticed so girls scowling at him.

At this ti, suddenly a girl approached him "Um, Mr. Brandon?"

Hm? He turned his head and looked at two girls; one had short bob-cut hair and the other girl had long brown hair.

The timid looking girl stepped forward and spoke "We saw your matches in the Tournant... and we, um, can we take a selfie with you?"

Eh? Brandon blinked for a mont before nodding slowly "Well, sure."

"Thank you, Mr. Brandon."

The brown haired girl fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it twice before the other girl hurried to help her.

Brandon exhaled softly, "It’s fine. Take your ti."

"T-Thank you..." she whispered.

The bold one with the bob cut cleared her throat and spoke "We just... uh- your fights were insane," she said quickly.

"You barely use ether and still beat everyone. And when you do use it, it’s terrifying- like watching a monster. But a cool monster. Um... not bad monster. You know. A..."

Brown hair nudged her aggressively.

The bob-cut girl shut her mouth.

Brandon raised an eyebrow, "...A cool monster, huh?"

The timid girl panicked, waving her hands "She didn’t an it like that-! You’re amazing and we-we admire you, and-"

"It’s fine." Brandon chuckled. "I’ll take it as a complint."

The timid one finally got her phone open and handed it to the other girl so she could take the picture.

The bold one held it up, smiling awkwardly. "Okay... ready?"

The timid girl moved to stand beside Brandon but kept a stiff two-foot distance.

’How can you be in the picture if you stand there?’

Brandon shook his head lightly and reached out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to pull her into fra.

"A-ah, s-sorry."

"No need to apologize. Smile."

Click.

The first photo was taken "Wait, lets take another one. This ti smile. Like... a human, Hana."

"I am smiling!"

"No, you look like you’re being held hostage."

Brandon couldn’t help but laugh "Let’s take one more then."

This ti, the timid girl, Hana forced herself to breathe and managed a small smile.

Click.

The other girl lowered the phone in satisfaction "Perfect."

Hana bowed deeply "Thank you, Mr. Brandon! I-I really admire you!"

He nodded politely "Thank you. And call Brandon. ’Mr.’ makes sound old."

With a last bow, both girls hurried off, with Hana waving shyly over her shoulder while the bold one tried very hard not to run.

Hana whispered to her friend as they hurried off from there "Hehe, I am sending the pic to the Brandon fan club group to anger them."

"Ehhh.. the OG mbers will really get angry at you."

Brandon watched them disappear around the corner before continuing his walk.

The hallway settled again.

"He took pictures with first-years?"

"He’s scarier up close but also... weirdly attractive."

"...Weirdly? He’s literally gorgeous."

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Reaching the door for the Council of Seven, he gently opened the door.

As he stepped in, he saw five won occupying the seats, and three of them were familiar to him.

Clarisse raised her head from her seat with a smile "Welco, Brandon," she muttered, adjusting the glasses on her nose.

Astrid hurriedly stood up from her seat and rushed to him "Boyfriend, you are here!"

She hugged his neck tightly before placing a kiss on his cheek.

His lips twitched in irritation as he shoved her away "For the last ti, I am not your boyfriend, idiot."

She still clung to him like a puppy "Boyfriend, boyfriend."

Brandon then turned his attention to the third woman... Sehra who was slowly sipping her green tea.

With Astrid clinging to him, he walked to her with a smile "Senior Sehra, thank you for taking care of Eira... Her progress is obvious. Your training helped her a lot."

Sehra showed a faint smile and nodded her head "I simply guided her. Your girlfriend has talent and a stubborn streak. But she works hard."

Brandon chuckled quitely "Yes, she does."

Eira has been taking the training from firearm expert Sehra after all. (A.n: revise Chapter 181 for that)

Then he glanced at the other two won; one has long black hair, and the other one had long blonde hair.

"Hello there, seniors."

Both of them looked at him with a smile and nodded.

The blonde one giggled lightly "It is a pleasure to finally et the famous talk of the Academy, Brandon Kael."

The dark-haired woman leaned her cheek on her hand and smirked "Mhm. Up close, you look like a good boy."

Astrid leaned in and whispered loudly "He is not your good boy. He’s mine."

Brandon shoved her forehead, finally pushing her off enough for her to wobble but still cling to his sleeve.

He smiled dryly in his heart ’So these are other two mbers.’

The Council of Seven is like the Student Council for the Academy, with Clarisse being the Student Council President.

So naturally, she has certain power within the Academy.

...Also, she is ’officially’ the strongest student in the academy right now.

’But why did she call here?’