“That’s really something–like trying to slice butter with a pocketknife. I’ve seen it all
now!” Theodore blurted out, his voice echoing through the room.
“Professor Shaw!” Wyatt snapped, his brow creasing with irritation.
“Like a rotten egg in a stew–nothing but trouble!”
Wyatt grimaced, at a loss for words.
“Why hasn’t the government used your face to make bulletproof vests yet? Seriously, and now you want her to quit the competition? Your scheming is giving me a headache! I’m telling you, Selene isn’t backing down. With her talent, she’s going to win that gold medal!”
Wyatt couldn’t help but laugh. “Professor, you probably haven’t heard thanks to the contestants‘ petitions, they’ve added a new round to the finals. Now, the top twenty can challenge each other in a live quiz showdown.”
The other students were eyeing Selene, clearly waiting for her to trip and fall.
“Your star pupil winning the challenge? Not likely. A stay–at–home mom getting the gold? Dream on!”
Selene spoke up, her voice steady. “Wyatt, if I win the gold, you–and everyon .ho’s ever harassed Professor Shaw–will have to issue a public apology to him.”
Wyatt crossed his arms, smirking. “Talk is cheap! If you really beat everyone in the challenge and win gold, I’ll twist my own head off and let you use it for soccer practice!”
Selene grinned. “Pick something a little more… plausible as a punishment.”
A boy behind Wyatt piped up with a sneer, “If Selene wins the gold, Wyatt will do a handstand and spin around while taking a dump!”
Selene could only stare, speechless. The thought of that scene was so horrifying she honestly didn’t dare imagine it.
Wyatt felt like his friends had just thrown him under a bus. He turned and hissed, “What the hell are you talking about?!”
His classmate snickered under his breath, “You’re the president of the breakdance club, right? A spinning handstand should be easy for you!”
Wyatt’s face turned beet red. This wasn’t about skill–it was about basic human
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dignity! If he really did something like that, half the school would probably call the
cops.
“I support the challenge,” Adrian announced, stepping into the living room after lingering at the doorway for some time. He walked over to Theodore.
“Dad, have you ever seen someone spin around doing a handstand while… you know? Want to see it live?”
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