MBTI high school

Chapter 12 :

Chapter 12: The Disastrous Science Competition

The big day had finally arrived. ENTP, with a confident smile, stood in the middle of the school stage, surrounded by his team for the Science Competition. His mission? Raise enough money to pay off all the debts accumulated in the name of the analyst club. ENTJ had warned him: if he didn’t sort things out today, he could kiss his membership status goodbye.

ISTP, arms crossed, watched the scene suspiciously.

ISTP: "ENTP, I hope you didn’t steal any of my formulas…"

ENTP (feigning innocence): "Me? Steal? Come on, ISTP, we trust each other, right?"

In truth, ESTP had already snooped through ISTP's stuff the night before and found an interesting formula: explosive candy. Naturally, he hadn’t planned on one of them falling into the hands of ESFP, who thought she’d simply found a snack before the presentation.

The moment for the demonstration arrived. ENTP introduced their project with a dramatic, over-the-top speech.

ENTP: "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the innovation of the century! A candy capable of…"

But before he could finish, ESFP, bored in the audience, decided to bite into one of the candies.

BOOM !

A small explosion echoed, sending a cloud of sugary smoke through the entire hall. ESFP was thrown backward, while ISTP slapped his forehead, realizing his formula had been used in the worst way possible.

ISTP (in despair): "I knew this would end badly."

Amid the chaos, ESTP, laughing hysterically, kept cracking jokes:

ESTP: "Hey, this is more explosive than I expected! Did you see that, ISTP? A success, right?"

Meanwhile, ENTP was desperately trying to keep his composure, speaking over the sound of the explosions that were now happening more and more frequently. Every mistake made the situation worse. Candies kept exploding everywhere, sending students flying in all directions.

ENTJ, in the crowd, glared at ENTP with a cold look, arms crossed. He looked ready to explode with rage but held back—probably out of fear that another candy might blow up in his face.

ENTJ: "ENTP, you are literally blowing up our chances of winning."

ENTP, still smiling despite the chaos: "Don’t worry, I have a plan B."

And like magic (or sheer genius), ENTP pulled out a small bag filled with cash, which he handed to ENTJ.

ENTP: "Paid off. In full."

ENTJ (surprised): "How…?"

ENTP, with a wink: "Let’s just say I placed a little bet with the judges before going on stage. They found the scientific chaos… explosively entertaining."

As the audience tried to recover and the judges deliberated, ENTJ finally relaxed.

ENTJ: "I don’t even want to know how you do it."

ENTP, satisfied, turned to the audience in ruins and, in a theatrical voice, declared:

ENTP: "Ladies and gentlemen, mission accomplished."

Despite the explosions, the catastrophic errors, and the stolen candies, ENTP had somehow managed to come out victorious, leaving everyone, including ENTJ, both impressed and a little afraid of his ability to turn every disaster into a win.