Bab 75: 75. Bitter Defeat.
Kathy
Fortenberry looked uneasy. Mr. Wiles, although You at the Same Table is slightly better,
Arthur Wiles glared at her.
Just a little better? Oh, much more than that, Kathy swallowed nervously and quickly
changed track. But even so, some of your chorus group were late for no reason, which
greatly affects the audience's experience and is against our rules. That's why we didn't give them the grand prize, despite thinking it over long and hard.
She took a deep breath, satisfied that she had handled this one well. She knew that old
fossils like Arthur Wiles love rules and hate other people breaking them. However, this
time, her wishful thinking fell wide off the mark.
Rules, rules, rules, retorted Arthur Wiles, his face hostile. What year is this? Shouldn't we
be a bit more open-minded? You talk of forms and rules all day long. Clean your ears out
and listen to the students' dissatisfaction.
You're in charge of this school. If you don't listen carefully to the students' opinions, how
can you continue to run this school? I think perhaps it's time to close it down. The five
directors were silent and did not dare move.
Seeing that something was wrong, Theodore Turkle, who had just returned to the stage,
turned pale, his legs shaky. If Otis were to close, he would be out of a job. Arthur Wiles
calmed down and sighed.
We at the top need to know when to adapt. If a rule is unreasonable, why stick to it? He
seemed to think of something, looking at the sky in a leisurely way and saying, Once I
was trapped in the rules, until I met a young man who didn't play cards according to any
rules I knew. Arthur Wiles was remembering the time when he and Aiden had fought with
wits and bravery at the Kays' Villa.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly. The six judges were suddenly filled with a strong
curiosity as to what kind of young person could impress Wiles so much and change his
outlook on life. So why don't you give me a new score for you at the same table? I don't
want to see any injustice.
Arthur Wiles had spoken. The six judges knew enough to give the highest score available
and wrote it in the right column, one after another. Kathy Fortenberry bit her tongue and
apologized in her heart to Chad.
I'm sorry, I can't help you. It's 10,000 times harder for me than you. Then she wrote a 10
in the scoring column.
The incident directly affected those on the stage. They were confused to see the host
rush out from the wings and pick up the microphone. In a high, nervous tone, he
announced.
I am very sorry to inform you that there has been a statistical error in calculating the
score, and we have just redone all the calculations. Although he was apologizing, his
face shone with excitement. Everyone outside suddenly quieted down, hanging on his
every word.
What I want to tell you is, according to the figures, the final score for you at the same
table, once the highest and lowest scores have been removed, is 10 points. So the
winner of the grand prize is you at the same table. Earth's shaking cheers resounded in
the night sky.
The students were even more excited than if they had won the prize themselves. They
jumped up and down, cheering wildly. On and off the stage, only Chad looked like he had
a bad taste in his mouth.
Because of the change of winner, could Chad please return
the prize? The host's words wounded Chad to the heart. And we will ask the headmaster
to present the award to our grand prize winners.
Theodore Turkle came back to the stage in a cold sweat after being reprimanded by
Arthur Wiles. He approached Chad, smiling. He'll get the prize next time, Chad, but this
time I will give it to them.
Chad's face twisted in anger and could not help blurting out, Headmaster, I don't accept
this. How did it happen? I need to know. Theodore Turkle could not help but frown at
Chad's rudeness.
But what else could he do? Who else could he talk to? Arthur Wiles? That would be
asking for trouble. With a trace of anger in his voice, Turkle replied. It doesn't matter
that much.
Give me the trophy and the prize money. No, I've never handed over my things. Why
should I give them away? Chad stared stubbornly at Theodore Turkle.
Turkle thought he could feel Arthur Wiles' cold eyes on his back and shivered. Angry and
bitter, he pulled the cup and prize money from Chad's hands. Chad had not expected the
Headmaster to act in such an undignified way.
Shocked, he didn't even react for a moment as he was dragged to one side by Theodore
Turkle and fell on the stage. Theodore Turkle ignored the angry Chad, but smiled at
Aiden and those around him who had just appeared from the backstage area, surprised
to see the disturbance. Although they suspected what was about to happen, when the
host announced that they were the new winners of the grand prize, Chrissy looked as if
she were dreaming.
Those around could not help but move towards Aiden. It was as if Aiden were the heart
and soul of the whole chorus team. Aiden looked at Mr. Turkle's smile.
See through fake smile, reading ability plus one. It's no wonder that Theodore Turkle's
smile was not entirely convincing. It wasn't from his heart.
Did Aiden remember how he offended the Headmaster? How he had made him look
foolish on several occasions? Aiden's eyes flashed mischievously. He moved like
lightning, pushing Chrissy forward. She was only aware of an irresistible force coming
from her body.
She could not help taking a few steps forward. Seeing this, Theodore Turkle thought she
was coming to accept the prize on behalf of the team, so he gave her the trophy and the
prize money. Congratulations! Clapping and cheering rang out on the playground at the
same time.
Countless people stood up and cheered for the four of them from the bottom of their
hearts. Arthur Wiles clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I have
fulfilled my promise to the boy.
I don't have to pay any attention to this wily operator in the future, but in this world, the
more you want to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen. On the stage, Chloe
and Jaden had been hugging each other with excitement and forgetfulness, crying and
laughing. They had been through so much to win this award.
Chrissy looked at the crowds cheering her, then suddenly turned her head and looked at
Aiden, her expression unreadable.
She knew this was all due to Aiden. Without him, they wouldn't even have won third
prize. Looking back on these two short days, however, so many things had happened.
Chrissy was filled with conflicting emotions. She looked at Aiden, who appeared
indifferent, and her eyes filled with tears. She knew that Aiden was not really one of
them after all.
Eagles don't stay still. After today, he could disappear, lost from their view. What's the
matter? Aiden looked at her with concern.
Nothing. Chrissy shook her head and suppressed the bitterness in her heart. No matter
what the future may hold, it was good to be on this stage together.
She should just enjoy the moment. She wiped her eyes, grinned, and held up the trophy.
Cheers broke out again.
That night, the party went on until very late. Many students never calmed down and
were still discussing the competition in twos and threes on the way home. Of course, the
most discussed song was You at the Same Table, and Aiden and the four others were
most frequently mentioned.
Perhaps many years later, they would gradually forget their life at high school, but they
would never forget how You at the Same Table moved them tonight. On Sunday, Aiden could finally take a break and he slept late that day. When he arrived at the restaurant,
the late shift had already started work, causing him, the manager, some stress.
Mia Adams was used to the working rhythm of the late shift. She was wearing an elegant
dress, entertaining customers with a smile on her face. Aiden thought about how the
dress showed off her figure perfectly.
At a glance, the dreaming Olivia, Lily, and Mia, three beautiful waitresses.
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