NovelEnglishChapter 134 She'd grown up under the old man's watchful eye, trained as if she were a boy, and had always excelled at sports.
Someone like Citrine-so slight she looked as if a stiff breeze could blow her over-wouldn't stand a chance against her, even if there were two of her.
This time, Citrine was doomed to lose.
"You're awfully persistent, aren't you?" Once again, Regina was insisting that she should get out of the Carmichael family. She really was fixated on kicking Citrine out, but her wish probably wouldn't ctrue today. "No problem." Citrine accepted the challenge without hesitation.
After all, she had no intention of losing.
As soon as the warm-ups ended, the race began.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe starter's pistol cracked, and Citrine shot forward.
The sidelines were packed with students from Primus Academy. Amelia was among them, and even students who barely knew Citrine were cheering her on.
They'd made a banner for her, and in an instant, Citrine becthe center of attention, stealing the spotlight from everyone else.
"Go, genius!" "Let's go, Citrine!" "You're the best, Citrine!" The shouts from the crowd cin waves.
The students from Elegance Peak Academy, standing nearby, turned to watch the spectacle.
One of them scoffed, "Since when are the Primus Academy bookworms this united?" "Yeah, I thought all they did was bury their noses in books." "And that girl they're rooting for-Citrine, number one-she doesn't look like much." "Skinny arms, scrawny legs-she'll be lucky to finish the three-thousand-meter race, let alone place." Their voices dripped with scorn. The ringleader opened his mouth to keep going, but the next moment, he felt a chill at his neck as someone grabbed him by the back of his collar and hoisted him up.
"Shut your damn mouth or I'll make you regret it." Springer glared, practically growling as he swung the guy off his feet.
"Get lost. Don't letsee you around here again." With that, Springer tossed him aside.
The group shrank back, realizing they were outmatched. They scurried away without another word.
Meanwhile, Regina was far ahead, leading the race.
Citrine, on the other hand, kept a steady, unhurried pace. She didn't bother speeding up, even as the others raced past her.
Just then, Travis appeared, hobbling over on crutches.
He scanned the track, searching for that small, familiar figure, when someone clapped him hard on the shoulder.
"Travis! What are you doing here?" Sylvan tried not to laugh at the sight of Travis with his crutches, but couldn't quite hide his amusement.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe tapped the crutch. "Only you would show up to a sports meet with a busted leg." "Can't argue with that," Carney and Springer burst out laughing.
"Laugh all you want," Travis grumbled, jabbing them with his crutch.
"Hey, Travis, you're late! Your sister just made a bet with Regina because of you. If you'd csooner, maybe you could've stopped her. Reginan wins the women's three-thousand-meter every year, and your sister-look at her, she's all skin and bones. She's not going to make it." Sylvan finally remembered the reason for his concern, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious. Travis turned his eyes back to the track. This time, he spotted the small figure at the very back, with Regina far ahead-an enormous gap between them.
He tore his gaze away and looked at Sylvan, his tone grave. "What did they bet?"
Sylvan explained, "If your sister wins, the guy from Elegance Peak who ΟΜ tripped you has to apologize and admit he did it on purpose. But if she loses, she has to leave the Carmichael family." Travis's face darkened with every word, but underneath that icy exterior, for the first tin years, he felt a flicker of warmth.
Carney glanced at the field, his brows knitting in concern. "Travis, your sister's really putting herself on the line for you. If she loses, it'll all be over."
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