Chapter 543 What If You Lose?
Amelia could tell from Catherineâs reaction that she still didnât understand what was going on.
âCatherine, come with me,â Amelia said.
She led Catherine to the bulletin board, where the registration form for the games was posted. It detailed the competition events and the list of participants.
Catherine glanced at it and saw her name on many of the events. If there werenât restrictions on the number of registrations, the other party would have signed her up for all the events.
Amelia knew that Catherine didnât sign up for these events herself. The thought of someone sabotaging Catherine made Amelia restless.
âCatherine, letâs go tell the instructor. We canât let these schemers have their way,â Amelia said.
Right after Amelia finished speaking, Dylan stepped out and explained, âIt canât be changed once itâs been decided!
His words meant that Amelia should give up on changing it.
Catherine didnât say anything, but Amelia was furious.
âSir, this doesnât work!â
Dylan looked at her sternly. âRules are rules. If everyone cancels their participation, claiming they didnât sign up themselves, how can the competition proceed?â
Amelia bit her lip, falling silent.
Finally, Catherine spoke up. âDonât worry about it. Itâs just a competition.
Iâll participate.â
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Catherine didnât mind at all. She quietly approached Catherine and whispered, âWell, itâs your participation that matters. Just treat it as playing a game or something.â
Based on Catherineâs previous performance on the training field, it would be difficult for her to even complete the competition, let alone win a prize.
Catherineâs classmates all knew that she would be participating in the competition. After she returned, they gathered around to cheer her on.
Amelia knew Catherineâs personality well and knew that Catherine didnât like to talk much. Even though Catherine didnât mind, she still felt quite angry. She immediately stopped those students who came up to talk to Catherine.
After that, Amelia began to vent her frustration. âWho is that disgusting guy who secretly signed Catherine up? He surely knows that Catherine is not good at these events! Well, he just wants to see Catherine make a fool of herself!â
In Ameliaâs opinion, nobody was perfect, and Catherine was no exception. Catherineâs focus was on studying, and it was normal for Catherineâs physical fitness to be a bit weak.
After Ameliaâs scolding, a sense of justice arose among the crowd. They thought that Catherine had been bullied and justice needed to be served.
âThis is despicable. We cannot let that guy get away with it. We must expose the wrongdoer.â
Catherine glanced at Corey, who stood silently in the corner, a hint of amusement in her eyes. She stood up and stopped a few students who were ready to make a scene.
âThereâs no need. The instructor already said that rules are rules and cannot be broken. If we do that, it will only make things difficult for the instructor.â
After she finished speaking, Amelia repeated what the instructor had said. The students began to comfort Catherine.
âNo worries, Catherine. The ranking doesnât matter to our class. The important thing is for you to stay safe.â
âThatâs right. Safety first, and the ranking doesnât matter.â
âCatherine, no matter what happens, we will support you. Youâre the best!â
âYeah, thatâs right!â
Catherine looked at those sincere faces, finding the situation very interesting. She remembered when Vicente came to visit her during her first year of college. She was just eight years old at the time, and even though she was in a special class, the oldest student in the class was not over 16. She was still the youngest child in the entire class.
When Vicente came to see her, he asked what kind of university she was attending. It didnât feel like a university at all. He even complained that she had attended a fake university.
At that time, she didnât understand what Vicente meant. She was attending the best university, so how did it become a fake university?
Perhaps, what she was experiencing now was what Vicente meant. Now, she gradually understood why Vicente only called her back and forced her to inherit the Swannsâ fortune at the moment of his death. Other than wanting her to preserve the Swannsâ century-old legacy, perhaps he also wanted her to experience the life of an ordinary girl.
In the afternoon, the Military Training Games officially began.
The first event was a triathlon, which was particularly tough.
Five classes registered to participate, including the EIE class, with Catherine representing them.
Not able to get in, Amelia held a bottle of water and a tissue, standing by the fence with her classmates, cheering for Catherine.
âCatherine, itâs so hot. Have some water!â
âThank you!â
Catherine reached out and took the bottle of water, casually taking a sip. The scorching sun had made the triathlon much tougher.
âCatherine, just treat it as playing a game. We donât care about the rankings. Donât get heatstroke.â
Catherine knew that her classmates were all concerned about her. Before she could respond, someone from the neighboring medical class suddenly spoke up.
The personâs attitude was very impolite, giving off a strange feeling of sarcasm.
âYou do have self-awareness. You know you will lose even before it starts, huh? Itâs quite funny.â
This remark instantly caught the attention of the EIE class.
The person speaking was Elvis Harrington from the medical class, who had a good relationship with Calvin. He targeted Catherine and the EIE class because he believed that Catherine had framed Calvin, causing Calvin to receive disciplinary action. It made Elvis resentful.
Seeing that everyone from the EIE class was looking over, Elvis stood up straight, looking very arrogant.
âWhat? If you want me to shut up, let your performance do the talking. If you lose, then you should shut up!â
The student sent to participate in the triathlon by the medical class was known for his good physical fitness and strength. It seemed that the championship was basically a foregone conclusion.
Although the EIE class was angry, they had no choice but to feel helpless. The EIE classâs silence made Elvis even more arrogant.
âI told you, youâre just a bunch of losers. You might as well just stand there and watch. Donât bother competing!â
Catherine, who was standing on the track, suddenly walked back and stood by the fence. She looked at Elvis, with disdain in her eyes.
âWhat if you lose?â
âHahahaâ¦â Elvis burst into exaggerated laughter. âWell, well, well, what a joke! How could we possibly lose? Lose to whom? Lose to you? Hahahaâ¦â
Catherineâs face remained calm, her eyebrows slightly raised. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her fingers casually tapping on her arm in rhythm.
âEnough nonsense. Just tell me, what will happen if you lose?â