Chapter 1014

*Goddess is in last place?*

The Computer Science students awkwardly scratched their heads and rubbed their noses. They figured their Goddess might not win this one, but they definitely hadn't expected her to be dead last.

"It's fine to be last," the class president coughed twice, immediately adjusting his attitude and saying solemnly, "Juniper isn't a god who's perfect at everything. We have to leave some breathing room for everyone else."

"Makes sense." The students nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

"Tsk." The pre-med students nearby scoffed, their tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh sure, and the only reason we aren't billionaires is because we don't *want* to be, right?"

"Trash is trash! Stop making up high-sounding excuses!"

"Yeah, the way she talked when she signed up, you'd think she was guaranteed the gold."

"Well, she said she was going to be number one... she just didn't specify if it would be from the front or the back."

"Hahahaha..."

Sheryl stood by quietly, a smug, triumphant smile plastered across her face.

Hearing these malicious comments, the CS class was seething. Just as they were about to step up and argue, the class president's voice rang out again.

"Don't bother. If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back? Aren't you afraid of catching rabies?"

"Who are you calling a dog?" A pre-med student's face darkened as he shot back defensively.

"Whoever's barking, that's who," the class president smiled politely, twisting the knife.

The pre-med students opened their mouths, unsure whether to keep yelling or shut up entirely.

"Let's go cheer for Goddess," the class president said, turning his attention back to his fired-up classmates.

"Yeah, let's focus on what matters," the others agreed as they moved away.

"Sheryl, those CS kids are so sharp-tongued..." A pre-med student complained, turning green with anger.

"They're just trying to save face," Sheryl said with a cold snort, taking a sip of water. "Just wait. People will naturally start trashing them soon

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egought

"Oh, by the way..." Sheryl capped her water bottle and added

nonchalantly, Why don't you gays wander around and remind everyone about how Juniper boasted she was going to dominate the competition?"

"?" The students were confused for a second before they caught on.

They scattered, pulling people aside and embellishing the story of Juniper's arrogance.

Soon enough, ugly murmurs rippled through the stands.

"She thinks she can win a championship with that pace? She'll be lucky to even finish."

"Look at her. Two laps in and she's not only in last place, but she's trailing the second-to-last runner by a massive gap."

"Is she in a race, or is she taking a leisurely stroll through the park?"

Halfway through the race, many of the runners were huffing and puffing, their faces flushed as their speed drastically dropped.

Juniper trailed far behind them at a leisurely pace, her speed completely consistent, her expression unchanged.

Pain? Flushed cheeks? None of it. She looked as calm as if she were on a casual walk.

"Last two laps!" As the referee

ad the final stretch, the

seemed to get a shot of

adrenaline and began pushing hard

"Juniper is still a full lap behind, does she realize?"

"With her current speed, there's no way she can sprint to catch up. She might as well take it easy so she doesn't hurt herself."

"Yeah, yeah. When she comes off the track, nobody say anything stupid, okay?"

"We all know how to comfort people, right?"

"Got it," Hattie shouted loudly, raising a fierce fist. "If I hear anyone talking trash around her, I'll bash their head in."

"A bit violent, don't you think?" the class president hurriedly pulled her arm down. "We're civilized people here."

"Look at Juniper!" Just as they were talking, someone in the crowd suddenly yelled. They all whipped their heads toward the track.