Chapter 181: Chapter 181: The Professional, Sister Qi: Hitting Knows No Bounds
The next day.
When Lia Zeller heard what Olivia Song said, she couldn’t help but clean her ears, thinking she had misheard.
"Did you just say you want to take that test?"
She asked again, unsure.
Was it possible that Olivia learned everything in just one night?
Olivia nodded obediently, "I want to give it a try."
Upon hearing this.
Lia couldn’t say anything further. She took the paper from the drawer and handed it to her, reminding her, "You only have one hour."
One hour was enough.
Confidently, Olivia took the paper and started writing. Aside from a slight pause in between, she mostly wrote continuously without drafting.
Her speed surprised Lia, considering that yesterday she was hesitant and unsure, but today she was writing swiftly without a second draft?
How could that be possible?
Doubts grew in her mind, and thinking of what she suspected, her expression turned sour.
Half an hour later.
Olivia put down her pen and gently spoke, rubbing her sore wrist, "Teacher, I’m done. Could you take a look?"
The response was silence. Olivia looked up to see Lia glaring at her with a displeased expression.
Her heart skipped a beat, worried the teacher had noticed something.
She had tried her best to control her pace.
"Olivia, tell me honestly how you managed to do this in one night."
Lia glanced pointedly at the test paper, suppressing her displeasure as she questioned.
The office had only the two of them. Upon hearing the question, Olivia felt flustered, bit her lip, and started explaining with feigned calmness.
"Last night, I went through all the math materials and consulted some professionals. I don’t understand why you’re questioning me."
Why?
Lia sneered inwardly, obviously because of Olivia’s previous disgraceful conduct.
After grading the paper with no mistakes to deduct points on, Lia spoke tersely, "Since you got everything right, the spot is yours. I hope your professionals help you succeed."
She emphasized the words "professionals," making Olivia feel like she knew something.
When Olivia finally saw her name filled on the enrollment form, she felt relieved.
That bitch Rae wouldn’t be able to mock her now.
...
Soon, the school announced the list for the International Math Olympiad, and seeing the name caused a big stir.
"It’s okay for Claire Green to participate, but how is Olivia Song on there? Surely her grades aren’t just for show."
"Great, now I feel hopeless; no matter how amazing Claire is, she can’t carry Olivia to an international victory."
"What’s the school thinking? Only two slots, why is Olivia Song on there?"
"Can’t help it. Everyone else didn’t want to go, and she was eager to."
What started as a discussion on the school forum was somehow brought to Weibo, quickly making it to the trending list.
Netizens surfing the web saw the title, rolling their eyes in exasperation, damn it, she’s everywhere.
[Can’t she feel comfortable without trending? Every few days it’s something new.]
[So annoying, she’s always got something going on.]
[I don’t believe she didn’t pay for this trending spot.]
[Just a rich young lady turned into a trending sensation, ridiculous.]
Yet at this moment, people who had finished reading the Weibo content exploded.
Comments piled up swiftly.
[Am I blind? When did a plagiarist become eligible for the International Math Olympiad?]
[Wow, is this school out of its mind? Aren’t they afraid of more scandals by sending her?]
[Thinking about her plagiarizing at an international level gives me chills. I can already imagine foreigners mocking us.]
[Reject her participation, don’t embarrass us.]
Soon, different comments emerged.
[Ridiculous, she’s not the only one in the competition, who knows who’ll embarrass themselves.]
[The school chose Olivia because she’s capable. If you’re jealous, go check your own grades.]
[There they go, her fans with backing are here.]
[The one speaking for the other girl must be crazy; suggest a check-up, the other missy can lift the whole class with her talent; can your Olivia do that?]
[Jealousy is ugly, just wait to see Miss Olivia eat her words.]
[Did the school choose Olivia? Or was it the power behind her?]
Netizens were in a fierce online argument with Olivia’s fans.
In reality, the protagonist was basking in the admiration of others.
"Olivia, I knew it would be you."
"Goddess, make sure to win a prize and smack them in the face."
Olivia blushed and smiled shyly, "Don’t say that, I still need to work hard."
"You indeed need to work hard," Rae Zander passed by her and lightly remarked, "otherwise, losing the competition would not make you any goddess."
Watching Rae’s retreating figure, Olivia clenched her palm and warmly said, "Thank you for the reminder, Rae, I’ll work on it."
After all, it was just a competition; she wasn’t aiming for first place. Making it to the finals and gaining popularity was enough.
...
"Claire, if Olivia Song is competing, it means you two will eat and live together. Do you think you’ll end up fighting?"
Harry Lewis dragged a chair and sat in the aisle, looking gossipily at the girl.
Upon hearing this.
Others were curious too. Everyone in school knew about Claire’s rocky relationship with Olivia. With the competition having them live together, there was a fear that Claire might lose her temper and do something drastic.
"Fight?" the girl’s cool voice carried a hint of coldness, "No, at most it’ll be a loving care."
Upon hearing that.
Everyone was momentarily stunned, and upon figuring out what she meant by loving care, they twitched their mouths while suppressing laughter.
After all, the first person to experience Claire’s "loving care" was now nowhere to be found.
"Tsk tsk, seems like our Olivia will not have an easy time ahead."
Sebastian Winn spoke in a gloating tone, going so far as to make a mock sad gesture, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Claire, remember that fighting is prohibited during the competition; if you have to, find somewhere secluded," Isabella Xyler reminded, recalling the competition rules.
John Sinclair’s brows twitched, revealing an understanding look, "Bella, do you think Claire will listen? If Claire wants to hit someone, she won’t care about the place."
With Claire’s nature, she’d resort to action at the slightest disagreement, dealing the blow regardless of venue.
Suddenly.
John saw the girl flash a roguish smile at him, and before he could react, he fell over with the chair.
Withdrawing her foot, Claire propped her face up, raising an intrigued eyebrow, "Indeed, does venue even matter when hitting someone?"
The sudden fall left everyone stunned for two seconds before their faces turned into amused spectators.
Ha.
Isabella Xyler burst out laughing, "Serves you right for having a sharp tongue. Now get up."
"Claire, let’s negotiate; next time, give me a heads up when you kick, so I can be mentally prepared."
John patted the dust off him, seriously making the suggestion.
Otherwise, being caught off guard every time left him no time to plan an escape.
The girl lifted an eyebrow, her cold voice laced with a hint of laughter, "Planning your escape route?"
Being accurately called out, John gave a guilty chuckle, "No way, I absolutely didn’t have that thought."
Seeing this.
Isabella rolled her eyes, scolding with a laugh, "Oh, you coward."