The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 795 - 792: Insulted

If Kevin could hear the commentary, he might just curse on the spot: What record am I breaking, damn it!

Being distracted by Qin Hao, forget about breaking records, it’s even doubtful if he can tie it.

That’s what Kevin was thinking when the referee’s whistle blew, and the athletes took their positions.

Maybe it’s because of his mood, but Kevin felt something was off today; his body was stiff, and even the crouching start didn’t feel right.

Suddenly, he recalled in shock: Did I not warm up earlier?

It seemed so because he was thinking about how to get back at Qin Hao, he wasn’t in the mood to perform, standing there in a daze and forgetting to warm up.

Kevin felt a bit of regret, and at that moment, the gunshot fired precisely.

Bang!

Kevin took off at high speed, but after about ten meters, he realized he wasn’t in the lead.

"How could my start be so bad?"

Kevin’s heart sank, changing his goal from taking a domineering first place to winning with a slight lead.

He’s a seasoned veteran, and even though Qin Hao disrupted his mood, once on the track, he felt like a king returning to his domain, instantly displaying regal composure and skill.

Mid-race, Kevin regained his focus, his thighs began to move swiftly, and gradually his speed picked up.

Even with a subpar performance, his foundation was strong; the gap between him and the top two wasn’t significant.

After accelerating, Kevin got into his groove, quickly overtaking the first two athletes, returning to third place.

With about ten meters to the finish line, Kevin relaxed slightly, "Even with poor performance, I can easily take first, you pathetic yellow-skinned monkey, what do you have to compete with me?"

Just as this thought emerged, Kevin felt a cold chill.

The chill came from his right, seemingly at the edge of the track.

Logically, when sprinting with all one’s might, adrenaline should surge, heating the body, numbing any pain or sensation of hot or cold.

Yet, Kevin genuinely felt the cold.

It was something he encountered for the first time.

Instinctively, he turned his head toward where the chill was coming from.

There stood a Huaxia person with a smile on his lips, teeth equally white but lacking any brightness, seemingly mocking instead?

Qin Hao!

Kevin’s pupils constricted; the demon he had painstakingly driven away had returned?

He wanted to avert his gaze, focusing on reaching the finish line first.

But his head refused to follow his command and remained fixed.

Under his gaze, Qin Hao’s smile grew larger, then suddenly, his body crouched down.

"What’s he doing?"

Kevin was utterly confused, but soon he witnessed an unimaginable scene.

Qin Hao squatted with his legs spread in an exaggerated outward angle. His fists lifted high, hammering against his own chest. His face, like an inflated balloon, had his mouth pucker into a bulge, the entire face looked so much like... was it a gorilla?

When paired with the actions, wasn’t it a playful imitation of a gorilla?

"He’s actually mocking me?"

Instantly, Kevin was infuriated, and in a moment of distraction, his foot slipped.

Still, being a master of balance, he didn’t fall but the slip slowed him down significantly.

As thunderous cheers erupted, Kevin managed to regain his footing, realizing he had crossed the finish line.

What was the result?

Ignoring Qin Hao’s presence, Kevin looked up at the scoreboard.

"First place, Jason, 9.92 seconds."

"Second place, Orwell, 9.93 seconds."

"Third place, Kevin, 9.95 seconds."

"Tch!"

Seeing the result, Kevin took a deep breath; it wasn’t from shock but from anger and frustration.

"I’m only third place?"

Kevin clenched his fists, recalling that when he was within five meters of the finish, he was clearly first. Such a drastic change resulted from nothing but that slip.

And how did the slip happen?

Because of that damn guy provoking me!

The fury burning in his chest was overwhelming. Kevin turned and glared angrily, but Qin Hao was nowhere to be seen!

"Damn bastard!"

Unable to contain his rage, Kevin roared skyward, scaring off several athletes who intended to greet him.

The rule for the semi-finals was the top two advance.

As for the remaining two slots in the final, they were filled by the next top two best performers across groups.

Currently, Kevin’s 9.88 seconds topped the remaining athletes.

But since one group hadn’t yet competed, who knew if someone might outperform?

As it stood, Kevin hadn’t secured a spot in the finals.

This was the first time such a situation arose in his career.

Returning to the locker room, the head coach stormed over furiously: "Kevin, what the hell were you just doing!"

Kevin, covering his face, kept silent; he’s crazy when crazy, but facing the head coach, he could only submit.

After all, the coach was once a national pride himself, mingling with the system for years, rattling cages was unwise.

"Say something, aren’t you usually so full of confidence!"

The head coach Thunderbolt roared, spraying Kevin with saliva.

"Coach, maybe Kevin just misses his mommy."

Someone came over to mediate, though it was more of a taunt.

The Team USA locker room wasn’t as harmonious as that of Huaxia.

In truth, given the chance, they’d all jab at each other.

Unable to hold back, Kevin retorted: "Lewis, you dropout shouldn’t talk. Losing to a worthless yellow-skinned monkey? Bleh." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Lewis, in the same group as Qin Hao, placed third with poor odds of advancing.

"You!"

Lewis gritted his teeth: "Losing to Huaxia is better than almost tripping over yourself, unless someone dropped a bar of soap at your feet?"

Their argument drew in others who smirked silently.

Hit where it hurt, Kevin stood, raising his fist: "You bastard son, I’ll kill you!"

Everyone rushed to intervene, holding Kevin back.

Instead of getting angry, Lewis chuckled: "Aw, someone’s mad. Look at this." He opened his phone, showing the sprint race clip.

It was at the finish line part.

Seeing his near fall, making a fool of himself, Kevin was outraged, yelling: "I’m going to kill you, you stupid black fool!"

Even with his great strength, being held back by so many people meant he couldn’t reach Lewis, who continued to mock him.

At this juncture, Team USA’s translator, a Chinese person who often chats with netizens online, approached.

Lewis called out: "Hey dear Zhou, did you see Kevin’s figure skating routine just now?"

"Pfft..."

The translator snickered, only to shut up under Kevin’s glare.