Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Olivia Song Insults Class 6, Qiyi Gets Angry
In the classroom office, ever since the competition list was announced, Grace Carter had been full of worries, constantly sighing.
"Ms. Carter, you’ve been sighing all afternoon, is the situation really that bad?"
The teacher from Class Four put down her pen and looked over helplessly.
"It might be worse than I anticipated."
Grace Carter forced a smile, unable to disperse the worry etched in her brows.
"What do you mean worse, what happened?"
At that moment.
A voice interrupted, filled with curiosity.
As Grace Carter turned towards the sound, she saw the gentle and delicate face of Lawrence White. Remembering his recent actions, her heart skipped two beats.
She cleared her throat, "Mr. White, shouldn’t you be teaching a class right now?"
Lawrence White pulled over a chair and sat down, smiling at her, "This period is Class Six’s lesson, with Claire Green there, I don’t need to go."
Then.
He continued, "Why do I feel like Ms. Carter seems disappointed to see me?"
"No, Mr. White, you’re overthinking." Grace Carter pressed her lips together, speaking softly.
The Class Four teacher’s amused gaze darted between the two, after all, the rumors of Lawrence White pursuing Grace Carter had long spread among the teachers.
"What were you talking about just now?"
Lawrence White stared at her for a few seconds before changing the topic.
"We were just talking about the math competition. As soon as the list was out, our teacher Grace didn’t seem well."
The thick voice of the Class Four teacher carried a hint of teasing, and his eyes gleamed with amusement.
"I merely teased Claire Green, who knew that another spot would actually be snatched by Olivia Song."
Saying this made Grace Carter feel helpless. She shouldn’t have said that back then, and now her anxious heart won’t settle until the competition is over.
After hearing this, Lawrence White understood immediately, "Are you worried they might have a conflict?"
Grace Carter nodded, "We all know her temper. If there’s really a clash, I’m afraid she might conduct a one-sided ’massacre’ if she’s upset."
The scenes from before still vividly in mind, Olivia Song almost got thrown off a building in Class Six earlier.
"Do you think it’ll be too late for me to have her quit the competition now?"
Seeing her so worried, Lawrence White couldn’t help but laugh, "I think you’re overthinking it. As long as Olivia Song doesn’t provoke her, she won’t make the first move. Plus, there’s still the accompanying teachers, nothing will happen."
Grace Carter thought carefully about what he said. It was indeed just her unfounded fears, but why did she still have a bad premonition?
Shaking her head to dismiss the thoughts from her mind, she said softly, "Hopefully."
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"Claire, the participants’ list from other schools is out, want to hear it?"
Harry Lewis looked at the news on the forum, unable to help but click his tongue.
Good grief.
Daisy Cooper, Mingwan Xue, William Dunn...
Truly the academic gods are competing; who knows if the grounds will be left untouched later.
"Not interested."
Claire Green, playing a game, casually uttered these three words.
Upon hearing.
Harry Lewis immediately stopped paying attention to the forum, anyway, Claire wasn’t interested.
Later, while everyone was busy solving problems, gunshots kept sounding, causing them to glance over.
"Claire, you’re not doing the questions?" Sebastian Winn swallowed, cautiously probing.
"Too lazy to do them," the girl said slowly, her words unbelievably arrogant, "It’s too easy, lowers my IQ just by looking at them."
Look at that, did you just say that out loud?
Those were previous international math competition problems; students would go bald over this, yet here you are, saying it’s not challenging, turning our world upside down.
"Looks like Claire is confident she’ll get first place."
Olivia Song stood at the door, her eyes full of sarcasm.
No challenge? Isn’t that a joke meant to kill?
"Whether she gets first place is none of your business." Harry Lewis retorted sharply.
"I’m puzzled; did Olivia cross several classes just to be abused?"
Aaron Kerr rubbed his chin, pretending to be troubled, but his words made everyone burst out laughing.
"Could be, after all, Claire’s loving care is not something everyone gets."
"Some people think getting a spot is amazing, acting like others don’t know her spot was unwanted by others."
"You don’t get it. There’s a world of difference between a student and a prodigy. Our Claire is recognized by all the teachers, while the school belle clawed for her spot."
Everyone in Class Six spoke one after another, their words full of disdain and annoyance without hiding it.
Ever since they saw through Olivia Song’s façade, they’ve been quite uncomfortable. Thinking about how they used to like her felt physically sickening.
Moreover, she kept provoking Claire repeatedly, as if Class Six had no one?
Listening to their harsh words, Olivia Song’s face turned ugly, trembling with anger, she pointed at everyone, cursing displeasingly.
"Is it fun for you to defend her like that? Being sycophants make you happy?"
"Who the hell are you calling sycophants?"
"What, you can do it but I can’t say it?" Olivia Song now had no image, constantly mocking everyone.
In her view, her image in Class Six was already ruined, so why bother pretending?
"Damn it, say that again."
John Sinclair kicked the table away, staring at her expressionlessly.
Seeing John Sinclair’s fierce eyes, Olivia Song couldn’t help but tremble, fearing he might really rush up and hit her the next moment.
She dug her fingers into her palm, deliberately ignoring John Sinclair, "I don’t think I’m wrong, you are basically..."
Before she could finish, a chair crashed loudly in front of her, scattering apart.
"Go on, keep talking," the girl’s voice wasn’t loud, but her eyes were cold, emitting a dangerous aura all around, "Let’s see if the next thing to shatter will be your head."
Claire Green strolled over to her, bending slightly, her fingers brushed over the scattered wood on the floor, finally pausing on a piece of wood of the right thickness.
Witnessing her entire movement, Olivia Song instinctively retreated, with panic emerging in her heart.
"Miss Song, weren’t you full of words just now," Claire Green smirked coldly, "How come you’re speechless now."
"Claire Green, what do you want to do?" Olivia Song clutched her chest, her face devoid of any color.
With these words spoken.
The girl chuckled lightly twice, "What do I want to do, why don’t you take a guess."
She said as the piece of wood in her hand pressed against Olivia Song’s neck.
"Guess if I were to thrust this down, would there be blood spurting out?"
The classroom was dead silent, watching the scene unfold, no one stepped forward.
They all knew, Claire was venting for them, they could only say it was all self-inflicted by Olivia Song.
"Claire Green, you can’t fight during the competition period. Aren’t you afraid of not being able to attend the competition?"
Olivia Song endured the pain in her neck, struggling to speak, each word carrying a threat.
She couldn’t believe Claire wouldn’t be affected; once a competition spot was revoked, it couldn’t be restored.
To her surprise, the person before her didn’t follow common reasoning.
Claire Green listening to this, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, closer inspection revealed coolness and wickedness.
"Is that so, just a competition, how can it compare to Miss Song’s provocation."