roccoschili Chapter 131 I'll Make Him Lose Pretty Good
Chapter 131 I'll Make Him Lose Pretty Good
The word "cheating" cannot be easily dismissed with a few words. This concerns the re-ranking of various universities, so we must be careful.
The host looked at the judging panel with some embarrassment.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked onto the stage holding a piece of paper.
"At everyone's request, we will make an exception and explain the reasons for this rating."
"The question was to analyze last year's financial crisis by combining theory with practice. I admit that everyone's answers were quite conventional. However, in the financial industry, conventionality does not guarantee success in the end."
"Please look at Yun Yao's answer." As soon as the man finished speaking, the camera zoomed in on the paper in his hand.
It wasn't the densely packed words they imagined, nor was it a last-minute fabrication.
Two lines of very beautiful small regular script characters were displayed on the big screen.
Last year's financial crisis was clearly caused by a fool who inadvertently bought a bunch of international securities and got stuck with them. How can such an absurd event be analyzed theoretically? Oh, well, it's not that it can't be analyzed.
[Analysis: The person who set this question is mentally ill; early treatment will lead to a speedy recovery.]
The audience was silent.
"I believe everyone who sees this answer sheet will be just as shocked as I was when I first saw it. Such...unrestrained remarks, actually appearing in the exam room, but I have to say, this is the closest to the correct answer."
Immediately afterwards, he took out a photo and an answer sheet.
"My teacher is Miles, an internationally renowned venture capital expert."
"Last year, due to his illness and impulsive decision, he spent a huge sum of money to buy a bunch of international securities, which caused a financial storm that resulted in irreparable losses to various countries. He has always felt apologetic about this. However, seeing the mindless analysis of this matter by various financial experts, he was also very anxious and eagerly hoped that everyone could see the essence through the phenomena. After waiting for a year, we never expected to find this classmate who dares to speak out and point out the mistakes. This is truly a blessing for our financial industry."
Everyone: "..." I've never been so speechless in my life.
Miles's position in the financial world remains unshakeable, so no one would publicly slander him in any public setting, and even if they knew the truth, they would not offend him.
Yun Xinru's face was also very ugly. She didn't expect that Yun Yao had won the judges' special treatment by being opportunistic!
Seeing Yun Yao's calm and composed demeanor, Yun Xinru gritted her teeth.
"Alright, now that everyone has no more questions, let's begin the fourth item!" the host's voice rang out.
The next match began, and Yun Xinru also suppressed some of her hatred.
Yun Yao only won by sheer chance, what's there to be so proud of! She's just a country bumpkin who's never been to school, how could she possibly be fluent in multiple languages!
Next time, I'll make sure she loses badly!
After the host finished speaking, more than a dozen foreign teachers came on stage and stood in place.
The rule of this competition is that as long as you know how, you can line up in front of the corresponding teacher.
In no time, everyone was almost standing, but the polarization was severe. Some teachers had a huge group of students in front of them, while others had hardly anyone in front of them.
Luo Yu looked at Yun Yao, who was hesitant to take sides, and tugged at Ge Xiaoxiao's clothes with some concern.
"Ge Xiaoxiao, how many languages is Yun Yao fluent in?"
Ge Xiaoxiao glanced at Yun Yao on the field and unconsciously touched her nose.
“Principal, I don’t know either, but in my memory, Yun Yao has only ever spoken Mandarin.” After saying that, Ge Xiaoxiao went to cheer for Yun Yao again.
Luo Yu: "..." Do you guys really believe that Yun Yao can win this match?
In the last match, he thought Yun Yao was truly skilled, but... well, it was a long story! As for this match, it's not something you can win by using a few clever tricks!
Luo Yu couldn't help but feel nervous, his feet turning ice cold.
And those on the field were indeed in a difficult situation.
However, she didn't think about how to deal with it; what she was thinking about was why there were so many people and how long she would have to wait in line.
While she was struggling with her decision, the competition had already begun in full swing.
Yun Yao's ears were filled with languages from various countries. They truly deserved to be the elite talents selected from their respective schools. It was rare for them to be so outstanding while studying their majors.
Looking at the crowded scene, Yun Yao instinctively resisted, took a few steps back, and sat down.
Standing in the group, Yun Xinru looked at Yun Yao's defeated appearance with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Hmph, she knew it! This country bumpkin can't do anything!
On the second floor, where no one could see, three figures appeared, all their gazes fixed on the woman who was playing with her fingernails.
"Master, aren't we going to discuss the contract?" Chen Dong asked, puzzled.
Mo Peichen patted Chen Dong on the shoulder.
"You blockhead! Yun Yao is having her competition today, how could our CEO Su not come?" Mo Peichen said sarcastically.
Chen Dong scratched his head, still somewhat puzzled.
He arranged all of his master's schedules, how could he not know that he was supposed to come and watch Miss Yun's competition today?
"Master, should we still sign the contract?"
Su Yuchen found the two men particularly irritating and looked at Chen Dong with considerable dissatisfaction.
"Reject it," Su Yuchen said coldly.
Mo Peichen quickly pulled Chen Dong behind him, braced himself against the railing, and looked Su Yuchen up and down.
"Su Yuchen, this isn't like you at all. You gave up a week's worth of work just to watch Yun Yao's match?"
Su Yuchen's gaze fell on Mo Peichen's unruly face, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.
Mo Peichen: "..." Why is there a cold wind blowing from behind?
"I……"
"Postpone by two hours," Su Yuchen said coldly.
Since they had already made concessions, Mo Peichen couldn't press them any further.
But is it really that good-looking?
Following Su Yuchen's gaze, they saw Yun Yao, who was almost asleep.
"Su Yuchen, I heard this competition is about international languages. With Yun Yao looking so bored, do you think she can handle it?"
Su Yuchen remained silent, but his gaze never left Yun Yao.
They stood there for an hour, and Mo Peichen and Chen Dong had already sat on the ground, but Yun Yao still showed no sign of moving.
"No, big brother, does this aunt have no intention of participating?" The competition is almost over, and Yun Yao is still sitting there!
Su Yuchen glanced at the situation on the field, and when his gaze returned to Yun Yao, she finally moved.
"Yun Yao isn't going to forfeit, is she?" Mo Peichen said weakly.
Not only did he think so, but the audience members who had been waiting impatiently also thought so.
"It's finally over. Why is Yun Yao only forfeiting now?"
"Who knows? Let's finish this quickly, I'm exhausted."
The cheers for Yun Yao gradually faded away, because after so much time, Yun Yao's inaction made them believe that they were bound to lose, so there was no need to cheer anymore; it would only make them look more humiliated.
The dozen or so foreign teachers were organizing the students' answers when a very pretty girl slowly walked towards them.
"Student, if you need to withdraw, please tell the referee," said a blond, blue-eyed male teacher in broken Chinese.
Yun Yao nodded slightly, and then... stood in front of him.