Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The next day at school, in the Princ.i.p.al's office.

“Huo Yao, the Dean just told me about the old man. I was busy preparing for the Math League and didn't have the chance to ask. The Dean said you wanted to take care of it all by yourself. How's the situation now?” The Princ.i.p.al stood in front of his desk and looked at Huo Yao warmly.

Huo Yao placed her hand casually on the edge of the table. After a day, she had already calmed down. That blackmailing old man was incapable of causing trouble with her around.

Also, her parents' att.i.tude seemed a little off. They seemed to know the old man.

Huo Yao gathered her thoughts before she replied calmly. “It's settled.”

The Princ.i.p.al smiled and said, “I would have gone to the hospital if he kept hara.s.sing you.”

Huo Yao raised her brow slightly. “Didn't you suspect that I might be the one at fault?”

“I trust my students,” replied the Princ.i.p.al unhesitatingly with his chin raised.

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Huo Yao touched her nose and said, “I appreciate the faith. If that's all, I'll head back to cla.s.s.”

“Hang on. I need to talk to you about the Math League. Since you are top in your level, you have to partic.i.p.ate in it,” said the Princ.i.p.al and pulled out an application form from the drawer.

“If we lose, we will lose the rights to host the compet.i.tion. No.1 Middle School hasn't won this in three years. We can't afford to lose to Flying Eagle Middle School this time.”

Flying Eagle Middle School was located in City Y and was the top middle school in the country. It had a far more glorified history than No. 1 Middle School, had the best teachers, a lot of outstanding students, and was renowned for having strict rules.

Since the school had a particularly compet.i.tive culture, it was poles apart from the No. 1 Middle School's warm and encouraging style of teaching.

It wasn't surprising that Flying Eagle Middle School students were compet.i.tive and proud.

No. 1 Middle School had moved up on the national ranking from fifth to third overnight due to the International Quiz Contest.

Ever since its rank improved, the other middle schools had started to feel worried. Hence, it was no longer just a question of the right to host the next Math League.

It was now a battle to prove their abilities and defend their honor.

Huo Yao glanced at the application form before looking at the Princ.i.p.al. He seemed solemn and looked as though he had pinned all hope on her. She said deeply, “You aren't even giving me a chance to turn you down.”

The Princ.i.p.al coughed. “A student from Flying Eagle Middle School wants to challenge you at the Math League, but no pressure, okay?”

“Huh? Did I provoke someone already? Am I that famous now?” asked Huo Yao in surprise.

The Princ.i.p.al looked serious. “You are the only person in the country who scored full marks in the International Quiz Contest and became a champion in so many years. What were you expecting the reaction to be?”

Huo Yao nodded and replied without the slightest humility. “Fine. I know that I rock.”

The Princ.i.p.al's lips twitched. He acted impatient as he slammed the application form on the table. “Hurry up and fill this up. You can go after that!”

He could not stand how c.o.c.ky she looked.

Huo Yao picked up the pen. After she wrote her name, her hand paused. She raised her head to look at the Princ.i.p.al. “Any cash prizes for the winner?”

The Princ.i.p.al went speechless.

Was she not going to work hard if there was no cash prize?