Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Olivia Song Strives, Qiyi Schemes
The moment the words were spoken, the classroom fell silent.
But just at this moment.
Grace giggled and spoke with implied meaning, "Looks like this person finally had a smart day. Just having a brain isn’t enough; you need to know how to use it."
What does that mean?
Is she saying that everyone here is brainless?
The girl who spoke flushed red instantly and glared at Grace, wishing she could kill her with her gaze.
"Can you watch your mouth."
Grace shrugged innocently and sighed seriously, "Isn’t what I said true? It’s my experience summed up over a long time."
A seemingly ordinary sentence filled with endless sarcasm.
Olivia Song listened to their exchange back and forth and stared intently at Rae Zander, speaking with a hoarse voice.
"Stop talking, Rae. No matter what, you’ll always be my best sister," she said with a pale face and a slight smile that made one feel sympathetic.
Upon hearing her ’genuine sentiment’, Rae Zander felt no emotion but rather felt like laughing.
Perhaps she’s forever the scapegoat.
Every time trouble arises, she acts weak and aggrieved. Now, these words seem like genuine feelings but are actually a facade.
"Well, thank you very much, Miss Song."
Rae rolled her eyes, smiled without warmth, and sat back in her seat.
The drama in Class One quickly spread to other classes, and John Sinclair lazily commented, "Just this? It’s not even as interesting as a fight."
"Exactly. Keep an eye out. When there’s a fight, we’ll join the fun."
Even Sebastian Winn was showing little interest but had a bit of anticipation in his latter words.
Upon hearing it.
Class Six collectively sighed, questioning what kind of hobbies they had, wanting to see others fight.
"Olivia, what do you think about this?"
Isabella Xyler gently asked the girl engrossed in writing.
"No opinion." Claire Green didn’t even raise her eyes, sounding indifferent.
It’s normal for plastic to break; it’s only useful when it becomes sharp enough to cut.
"Alright, since Sister Claire has no interest, let’s all focus on writing questions."
"Harry Lewis, you really need to hurry up, otherwise your pace will lag behind ours."
A girl raised her hand, rubbing her neck, smiling playfully.
"Amelia’s right. You’re always mixing in the filming crew. You’ve fallen behind halfway. You need to catch up."
Harry Lewis smirked at their teasing, wore an ’you don’t understand’ expression, and replied, "Ha! You’ll be disappointed; I haven’t fallen behind at all."
Lately, he spent his days filming and his nights furiously working on assignments, slimming down considerably.
His mom, meanwhile, was all smiles, not showing a hint of concern for her son.
As the words fell.
Everyone was silent for two seconds, before Aaron Kerr exclaimed "Damn!" and the room burst into laughter.
"You really did it, especially with Sister Claire’s hard work."
"We thought you were bronze, but you’re advancing to the top with us."
The crowd chattered away, and the girl’s expression turned impatient, eyes showing irritation.
"Shut up."
The cold, emotionless tone made everyone tremble, instantly covering their mouths and sitting properly.
John Sinclair, chilled by the cold, couldn’t help but shiver and slightly moved his chair aside.
Whoa, Sister Claire’s cold air is almost tangible.
His small movements didn’t escape the girl’s notice. She just glanced briefly and lowered her head to continue writing.
...
"Teacher Zhang."
Olivia Song stood at the office door and softly called.
Hearing the voice, Lia Zeller looked up and frowned immediately upon recognizing who it was.
She waved her hand and spoke with a not-so-friendly tone, "Why are you here without doing the assignments?"
Olivia Song bit her lip, "I still want to compete for the contest eligibility."
Upon hearing this, Lia Zeller’s face darkened, "I told you before, it’s impossible for you to get a spot. Can you really win the contest with your grades?"
Seeing the girl in front of her, her anger was mixed with disappointment. Olivia Song used to be her proudest student, but now she’s her greatest embarrassment.
"I’ll work hard, study the materials, and do the questions. Please give me the spot."
Olivia Song eagerly assured, her eyes glinting with a dark light.
If it weren’t for the school pre-designating a spot, she would have already solved it with money.
The other teachers in the office sighed seeing the two of them.
"Teacher Zhang, since Olivia wants it badly, as teachers we should support her. Why not test her? If she’s correct, let her have the spot."
None of the other classes wanted the spot. Rather than waste it, give it to someone who wants it.
With the persuasion of other teachers, Lia Zeller reluctantly nodded.
She stood up and took out a contest paper from the document cabinet, handing it to the girl, "This was last year’s contest paper. I don’t expect you to get it all right, but if you achieve 80% accuracy, I won’t oppose giving you the spot."
Olivia Song nodded, feeling delighted inside. But as she looked at the paper’s questions, her view went dark.
Seeing her standing still, Lia Zeller knew she probably couldn’t solve the questions and was still wanting to compete.
Once the school’s top girl whom everyone adored, now she plays in dramas, ranks lower, and can’t even recognize her own abilities.
"If you’re not ready, just go back. When you feel you can answer this paper, come to me."
Lia Zeller sighed, offering her a way out.
"Okay, thank you, teacher." Olivia Song pressed her lips and left.
...
Night.
Claire Green’s fingers tapped on the keyboard, an evil smile appearing.
Want to participate in the contest? How will the game go on without satisfying you?
The second floor of Song Manor, under the warm light, the girl sat at her desk, fingers flipping through the mathematical material endlessly.
White paper balls scattered around the floor, hinting at how bad her mood was.
Suddenly.
An email popped up at the bottom left of the computer screen.
Olivia Song listlessly raised her head but couldn’t look away. She stared at the email subject, feeling panicked yet uncontrollably delighted.
Driven by an unknown impulse, she clicked on the email, seeing the dense answers. She immediately began recording, her initial panic completely vanished.
At this moment, all she felt was the joy of being able to participate in the contest, completely unaware of why an email filled with answers suddenly appeared in her inbox.
Looking at the information in her hands, Olivia Song showed a smug expression, muttering to herself, "With these answers, the spot is mine."
Once her drama airs and she participates in the international math contest, the hype won’t be low.
Seeing her every move, Claire Green leaned back and a light chuckle escaped from her lips.
Except for the coldness, there was an inexplicable eerie hint in her deep black eyes.
After a while.
She slightly parted her lips: "Enjoy the dawn before the darkness."