NovelEnglishChapter 276 After searching high and low, the speech was nowhere to be found.
The news made Weston furious. He shot up from his seat, his face red with anger. "How could there be such malicious people at this school? Someone dares to pick on my granddaughter? I'll make sure they regret it!" "Dad, calm down," Raymond said, firmly pushing his hot-tempered father back into his chair as he stood up himself. His expression was grim. "I'll handle this." Just then Citrine returned and walked in on the scene. With a sigh, she pressed down on Raymond's shoulder, making him sit. "Both of you, stay put. Wait until the competition's over to investigate." Raymond frowned, worry etched in every line of his face. "But your turn's coming up soon. How are you supposed to go on stage without your speech?" Weston's scowl deepened. "Exactly. There are so many people here today. Whoever did this is just waiting to see you humiliated." The thought of someone deliberately setting Citrine up made both father and son seethe with rage. Citrine looked at the two men and spoke steadily. "Don't worry. I won't let them get the better of me." Soon, the host called Citrine's name.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout hesitation, Citrine rose and walked confidently onto the stage.
She took the microphone from the host, but instead of beginning her speech straight away, she smiled and announced, "Just a moment ago, my speech was stolen." Her words had barely left her lips when a chorus of mocking voices erupted from students of other schools. "Did you really lose it, or are you just scared to perform and making up excuses?" "Yeah, if you want to chicken out, just say so. No need to bla lost speech!" "I bet you're just afraid your speech is awful, so you're hiding behind sfake story." Even sparents in the audience frowned at Citrine's words.
One leaned over to their child and whispered, "Don't be like that girl. If you're not up to it, just own up. It's better than lying about losing your work." Another muttered, "Unbelievable. I need to make sure my kid stays away from her. If she's lying like this at her age, what will she do when she's older?" The murmurs grew louder; most of the audience was clearly siding against Citrine.
Jeanette, watching from the crowd, was nearly giddy with excitement, just waiting for Citrine to embarrass herself.
She was savoring the moment when Citrine spoke up again.
"Today, I've heard a lot of people question the quality of education at Primus Academy, calling us just a bunch of bookworms. Well, I'm here to set the record straight: every student at Primus Academy is outstanding." Her voice rang out as she turned to address the students from St. Gabriel's Language High. "Now, I'll be giving a speech in eighteen different languages. I hope you language majors are ready to be impressed." The room exploded into noisy disbelief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the St. Gabriel's section, students broke into laughter, jeering openly.
"Oh wow, she's picking a fight with our school? Where's this confidence coming from?" "Eighteen languages? She must be delusional!"
"Primus Academy kids really talk big.
They can't even speak their own language properly, let alone eighteen others." "Even we wouldn't dare boast like that." Sof the Primus Academy parents huddled together, whispering anxiously.
"She's got guts, I'll give her that. But is she ready to eat her words?"
"I just found out she's top of her grade. Impressive, but@ighteen m languages? That seems impossible."
One parent, who happened to be a professional interpreter, watched Citrine from the audience, skepticism written all over her face. "Kids say the craziest things when they're upset. I've been an interpreter for years and I only know five languages." "We'll see how she gets out of this one."
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