Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Miller Weiss, Sister Qi: All of You Are Trash
As soon as they boarded the plane, Daisy Cooper quickly changed her earlier demeanor, smiling sweetly at the girl, "Olivia, why don’t we switch seats?"
The supervising teacher and William Dunn exchanged looks of disbelief.
Does this girl forget which school she’s from?
Even though they’re going together, the schools are still in competition, surely she hasn’t forgotten that!
Olivia Song was staring at her ticket, unsure of how to switch seats, when she heard Daisy’s voice, her eyes lighting up.
She pursed her lips hesitantly, "Isn’t that a bit inappropriate, since we’re not from the same school?"
As soon as the words left her mouth.
Daisy Cooper quickly swapped the tickets in their hands, "It’s no problem as long as you don’t mind."
After saying that,
She grabbed the girl’s hand familiarly, beaming with joy.
"Claire, let’s sit together."
Glancing at the happy girl, Claire Green raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you’re not concerned about your companions?"
Daisy Cooper waved her hand dismissively, "We’re all going to the same place, they won’t get lost."
Hearing this, William Dunn’s brow twitched, so he won’t get lost, but Claire Green might?
Sure enough, this girl would say anything when smitten with looks.
He reached out and grabbed the girl’s collar, "Behave yourself, you’re not allowed to make noise on the plane."
Suddenly being grabbed, Daisy Cooper made a face at him, unimpressed, and dragged the girl straight to their seats.
William Dunn shook his head in amusement and turned apologetically to Xu Lei beside him, "Sorry, teacher."
"No problem," Xu Lei laughed heartily, "young people love to gather together, I understand."
It wasn’t until everyone found their seats that William Dunn realized who he’d be sitting next to.
His brow furrowed; he’d been so distracted watching that girl that he’d forgotten she switched seats, meaning he’d be sitting with Olivia Song.
For a moment.
Olivia Song was already sitting, while he hesitated awkwardly like a lamppost, prompting a flight attendant to come over.
"Hello, is there anything I can assist you with?"
Coming back to his senses, William Dunn shook his head, "No."
"Alright, then please have a seat, the plane is about to take off."
With that, William Dunn had no choice but to sit.
His expression was one of a valiant hero headed to his doom, evoking laughter from the others.
...
"Always coming in last, and still have the audacity to show up," a poorly spoken Chinese sentence came from behind.
Followed by snickers of agreement.
Looking at the boy in front of her, Daisy Cooper was about to speak when William Dunn pulled her back.
Don’t be impulsive.
He gestured at her to shake her head, speaking calmly, "Long time no see, Weiss."
"It’s been a while since you lost and ran back to your country," Miller Weiss started with malice, "William Dunn, from what I see, there’s no one useful from Z Country, you can still withdraw from the competition to avoid embarrassment later on."
His words hit like a slap to the face of the group, William Dunn remained silent for a moment, expressionless.
"Why, are you confident when every year you get crushed by Luo Jia and end up second?"
Hit where it hurt, Miller Weiss’s face darkened; after a moment, he sneered, "So what, Luo Jia is from our M Country, unlike you guys from Z Country, I don’t think you’ve ever won any awards?"
After the words fell.
He laughed loudly without reservation, and the boys behind him joined in.
Their faces and words filled with disdain for Z Country.
No one noticed the girl leaning on the side, pressing down her hat brim, with a sudden cold glint in her eyes, the curve of her lips barely discernible.
"Miller Weiss, don’t go too far," Daisy Cooper tightened her fists, gritting her teeth, speaking one word at a time.
In recent years, Z Country had never won any international competition, leading to rumors that its people were a bunch of sick cats, as useless as a wooden statue.
No matter how much they studied with their teachers to improve, they never stood a chance in competitions.
No one understood the burden they carried when competing overseas, especially with news that the Olympiad competition rules would change to a live format, putting more pressure on them.
"Too far," Miller Weiss laughed even louder, turning to his companions, "Am I really going too far?"
"Not at all."
Hearing their response, he lifted his chin, "Hear that, not too far."
In the end,
"I really don’t know how you guys from Z Country learn, having the nerve to compete with such poor skills, I’m embarrassed for you."
Xu Lei couldn’t hold back any longer; as a teacher, he typically refrained from getting involved in student squabbles, but when the person before him kept insulting the country, how could he, as a Z Country national, tolerate it?
"This student, is it your country’s leaders saying that Z Country people are useless, or do you naturally have racial prejudices?"
Xu Lei’s accusation made Weiss, who had been so arrogant, lose a bit of his bravado.
Indeed, Z Country people are detestable.
If he admitted it, the overtly friendly relations between the two countries could begin to crack; if he denied, then openly defaming Z Country was no small matter.
"If that’s how you want to interpret it, I’ll just have to accept the grievance."
Weiss shrugged, looking like it was none of his business, infuriating the group further.
Seeing their angry but repressed expressions, Weiss couldn’t help but feel proud, thinking them truly a waste.
Suddenly.
Something hit Weiss’s face swiftly, the unexpected incident leaving both sides stunned.
Soon after,
Weiss roared in anger, "Who the hell did this."
As everyone exchanged glances, a low laugh resonated, and Claire Green lazily walked forward under their watchful eyes.
She rolled up her sleeves, crouched down to pick up the shattered phone, her slim, fair fingers caressing the edges.
"Look down on Z Country," the girl’s voice was icy amidst the quiet atmosphere.
Facing the suddenly appeared girl, Weiss’s breath caught, his demeanor changed dramatically, completely forgetting he’d just been hit.
"How could I possibly look down on Z Country, I was just joking."
"A joke?" the girl casually toyed with the phone, asking offhandedly, "What if I think everyone from M Country is trash?"
She seemed indifferent, but the chill in her voice was enough to make one’s heart feel cold.
As a devoted supporter of M Country, Weiss’s face turned ugly immediately at her words, "From what you said, you think you’re quite strong."
The girl chuckled softly, eyes calm and emotionless, devoid of warmth, "Taking down an M Country individual isn’t much."
Upon hearing this.
Daisy Cooper beamed with admiration at the girl, so bold, no wonder she’s the school tyrant.
"I wasn’t aware your country had produced such talents now."
There was no longer any admiration on Weiss’s face, his smile lacked sincerity as he glanced around, his tone sarcastically laced.
Lowering his gaze to glance at his watch, impatience crept into his expression, "With all that said, can you get lost now?"
The girl’s voice was indifferent and chillingly cold.
"Then we’ll see about that."
Angrily leaving one final sentence, Weiss and his group departed.
Watching their angry backs, Olivia Song’s eyes dimmed for a moment, feigning concern as she spoke, "Claire, you offended them all, if we lose the competition, it’ll really be hard to handle."
No one expected her to say such a thing, and suddenly everyone’s expression turned subtle.
"Seems like Olivia likes M Country quite a bit."