As soon as we entered, Vice President, Mr. Blake, chopped into my coach's face:
"Who gave you permission to privately access the surveillance?"
I calmly opened my mobile phone and played the surveillance video I had just copied:
"Speaking of this, Daisy maliciously damaged my skis and almost caused me to have an accident, which constitutes the crime of intentional injury. How does the race committee plan to handle this?"
Blake obviously didn't expect me to question him to his face, and his face instantly turned iron blue.
Jason pointed at my nose and cursed:
"Is it because you don't want to participate in the competition anymore? I've already said that I was the one who told Daisy to change the skis, and wasn't that what you yourself instructed?"
I sneered:
"Even if I told you to c
