Chapter 191: Chapter 191: The Sudden Change in Rules, the Math Olympiad Begins
"The thing you wanted."
In the dead of night, a low male voice echoed in the hotel staircase.
As Olivia Song looked at what was in her hand, a shadow flickered in her eyes, and her usually gentle face revealed a sly smile.
Claire Green, this time, I will make sure you can’t stir up any trouble.
"Mr. Weiss, your efficiency is impressive."
Her voice sounded particularly sinister in the night.
As the dim light fell, the boy’s face finally emerged, and Miller Weiss spoke in a deep voice, "Since we’re working together, don’t disappoint me, Olivia, or else the consequences."
The implication was clear: don’t play tricks on me, consequences are beyond your control.
Understood in one sentence, Olivia Song smiled, "Don’t worry, I’ll head back now."
After she left, another boy suddenly appeared.
"It’s all recorded."
Looking at the high-definition video on the screen, Weiss smiled with satisfaction and patted the boy’s shoulder, "Well done."
Even though Olivia Song had already given him her assurance, one couldn’t rule out betrayal. Now with the recording, nobody on this pirate ship could stay out of it.
"Weiss, isn’t this a bit too ruthless?" The boy looked uneasy.
Once cheating is exposed in an international event, that person’s life is ruined, for no school would accept a student with such a stain.
"Ha." Miller Weiss saw through his thoughts and sneered.
After laughing, a cold chill climbed to his eyes, as he said icily, "This competition is very important, all threats must be eliminated."
The boy opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was silenced by his cold glance, swallowing all his words.
...
"Claire, are you asleep?"
A gentle voice accompanied by a knock came into the room.
Having just finished chatting with the man, the girl raised her eyebrows slightly at the sound outside the door.
Someone couldn’t sit still.
"What’s up?"
She opened the door, glancing nonchalantly at the visitor.
"The director asked me to go over tomorrow’s competition process with you." As she spoke, Olivia Song even brought out a chat record to show that she wasn’t lying.
After casting a meaningful glance at her, the girl lazily turned around, "Come in."
Olivia Song was taken aback, not expecting to get in so easily. Just now, the look in her eyes made her think she’d been exposed, and she’d even planned her words.
"Compared to going over the process, Olivia seems to prefer being a statue."
Claire Green wore a loosely tied robe, with her slender collarbones faintly visible.
Her cold, white arm resting on the armrest of the sofa, an eye-catching thin wrist, and the jade-green bracelet gleamed brighter under the light.
Her evenly jointed fingers holding a cup of coffee, which she swirled slowly.
Taking a light sip of the coffee, she looked at the girl at the door with interest, her tone lazy and casual.
As Olivia Song snapped back to reality, she was greeted by this scene, her gaze shrinking involuntarily.
Since when did the person she’d always considered useless have such an alluring side?
Suppressing the envy in her heart, she walked into the room.
"This competition is different from the previous ones. I heard it’s divided into preliminary and final rounds to give contestants more opportunities.
The preliminaries involve solving a test paper prepared long ago by the Olympiad group, with 85 as the passing score, while the finals have ten questions set on the spot by the Olympiad group.
This competition will be fully live-broadcast, and the director wants you to give it your all this time."
Olivia Song spoke about the process in a calm tone, her peripheral vision constantly sweeping over the black backpack on the sofa.
Her small actions naturally didn’t escape Claire’s eyes. Her eyebrow arched slightly, and she casually spoke up, "You seem quite interested in my bag."
Snap.
The document fell to the ground, and Olivia’s eyes momentarily panicked as she picked up the document and placed it on the table, "I was just curious about what kind of bag would keep Claire from switching."
Claire Green smiled, the smile not reaching her eyes, "What do you expect me to say, should I let you have a look?"
"Really?" Olivia Song’s eyes lit up, her voice a little excited.
"Of course," Claire put down her coffee, "as long as Olivia offers something of equal value in exchange, like your hands, for example."
The girl’s nonchalant words sent a shiver through Olivia Song’s entire body, her hands moving from her lap to behind her back.
"Claire Green." She growled with a twisted face.
"Looks like Olivia’s patience needs improvement," the girl clicked her tongue, "can’t keep up the act any longer."
Since there was no one else around, Olivia Song no longer bothered to act, sneering, "Let’s see how long you can keep being arrogant."
Bam.
The room door slammed shut.
Looking at the documents on the table, Claire Green leaned over, flipping them with her fingertips.
Suddenly.
Her gaze focused, a bloodthirsty intent flashed in her eyes.
After a while.
A low chuckle escaped Claire Green’s lips, "Then let’s have some fun."
...
The next day.
The International Math Olympiad commenced amidst anticipation from crowds from all countries.
Almost as the live broadcast began, thousands of people poured into the livestream room.
[Go Z Country, hope to win an award.]
[I’m a student studying abroad from M Country, at this moment I’m cheering for Z Country, everyone participating must give it their all.]
[LOL, with Z Country’s level, cheering is useless, even adding a rocket won’t help.]
[No need to guess, this year’s champion is definitely still us, M Country.]
[Clara is such a king, as long as he’s there, other countries dreaming of winning are just dreaming.]
For a moment, the comments in the livestream room scrolled rapidly, filled with various remarks.
At this moment.
A man in a gray suit with a work badge stepped out holding a microphone.
"Welcome to both the live audience and the viewers online, I am the host of this event, Rosen. Let me now explain the competition rules..."
Once he finished speaking, the livestream went silent for a second, then comments began streaming in even faster.
[What’s going on, why are there preliminaries and finals, these weren’t there before.]
[No wonder they’re broadcasting it live; M Country probably wants to show everyone else failing.]
Unaware of the comments in the livestream room, Rosen continued with a passionate expression, "Let’s welcome the participants from various countries and the judges from the International Olympiad group."
As all participants appeared, the atmosphere in the venue was instantly ignited, with cheers and applause.
"Wait a moment, Clara," Rosen called out to the boy with brown hair, "I heard you’re the top favourite to win this time, what do you think about that, Clara?"
Clara Brown responded with a blank expression, "Isn’t that a fact?"
Rosen was momentarily stunned, then chuckled awkwardly, "It seems our Clara is very confident, so I ask all participants to find their seats according to the numbers on their admission tickets, the exam is about to begin."
Finding her seat, Claire Green glanced around, noticing that all Z Country participants were placed at the back. She licked her red lips, a chill rising in her eyes.
As Rosen announced the start of the exam, the scenes on the screens on both sides changed immediately, constantly showing the avatars and data of the participating students.
Until a girl’s photo appeared, at which point everyone in both the venue and the livestream room inhaled sharply, all thinking if this were a beauty competition, she’d surely be first.
Even Rosen froze for two seconds, his eyes darting directly to the back.
The girl’s slender fingers with a black-ink pen made her skin look even fairer, her overall languid demeanor showing no signs of the usual exam tension.
After glancing at the competition information, he felt a bit of regret in his heart: such a beautiful face, yet she was a student from Z Country, which probably meant disappointment.