Chapter 187
No matter the depth of the topic chosen or Flora’s fluent oratory skills, she was the standout of the competition, far surpassing her peers. Even many university students from prestigious colleges couldn’t compare with her.
“Your name’s Flora, right? Impressive. With your level of Spanish, you could easily be awarded a scholarship,” one of the judges praised.
Throughout her presentation, Flora used sophisticated vocabulary, some of which took the judges a moment to understand, leaving them somewhat abashed.
“Thank you, sir. Flora bowed, then stepped down from the podium.
Keaton saw her coming and gave her a thumbs–up.
“Sir, did I make you proud?” Flora asked with a smile.
Keaton nodded vigorously. “Well done, you’ve really made me proud.”
“Flora, you were amazing! You went without notes, and your Spanish pronunciation is so spot–on!”
“Though I barely understood what you were saying, Flora, you are just awesome!” Dane said, raising both thumbs.
Flora kicked him lightly in the heel, teasing without force, “Did you stick to leaming a hundred words a day as I told you?”
Dane guiltily remained silent.
Selene watched as the focus shifted from her to Flora, feeling a twinge of displeasure. She had prepared so long, only for Flora to take
all the credit in the end.
Silently, she returned to the classroom, sulking as she sat at her desk.
She wanted to take a sip of water from her cup on the desk, but her agitation caused her to clumsily knock a pen to the floor. As she bent down to pick it up, she noticed a corner of an A4 sheet sticking out from Flora’s desk. It stood out among the neatly arranged books.
Frowning, Selene pulled out the A4 sheet. The words “Speech Draft” caught her eye.
Unsurprisingly, Class Z took first place.
Flora and all the team members went up for a photo op with their award. Selene, having returned to the classroom, was not present.
After receiving the award, Keaton excitedly led the students back to their room. As they entered, a book was hurled their way, specifically at Flora.
Flora dodged, and the corner of the book hit a male classmate behind her in the stomach.
The boy cried out in pain. “Selene, what are you doing!”
Selene’s gaze was dark and fixated on Flora, filled with blazing anger.
Keaton thought Selene was upset about his decision to have Flora speak at the competition. He quickly said, “Selene, I hope you understand that we are a team, and in all matters, the team’s interest comes first.”
“I chose Flora over you because her Spanish has always been excellent, and she has a photographic memory. She did not disappoint us, securing the first place for our class.”
Keaton earnestly explained, hoping to avoid any discord among the students.
However, after he finished, Selene let out a cold laugh. “Mr. Keaton, perhaps you should be speaking to Flora. Don’t you find it odd that the speech draft went missing right before the competition was about to start?”
“Flora, do you have the guts to tell everyone what you’ve done!* Selene accused, while Flora looked back, bewildered and confused.
