Daisy's eyes were probing as she asked me, "Why are you here? Is the competition over?"
I calmly stated that I had withdrawn from the race.
A flash of immense joy crossed Daisy's eyes, quickly followed by feigned consolation, "Oh. Honestly, I think you're not suited for competition. Look, everyone else's skis are fine, but yours had an issue. It's like fate is against you."
My coach was so enraged by her words that his veins bulged. Had it not been for her being a girl, he might have resorted to violence.
I snorted coldly, done with indulging her, and stepped forward to slap her, "You really have no shame. Don't you know how my skis got damaged? Do I need to call the police to help you remember?"
As soon as my slap landed, Jason lunged at me, barking like a mad dog.
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