Chapter 377
Shane didn’t even look up. “So what? It’s just the preliminaries p>
“But if he wins the world championship in the finals, the Mercer Group’s racing club is going to skyrocket. When that happens, the Mercer Group’s stock will surge right along with it p>
“Relax. He won’t be winning the finals p>
“Is Mara actually reliable? What if she turns on us p>
Shane grit his teeth. “She doesn’t have a choice. She has to be reliable p>
He couldn’t allow Ethan Mercer the peace of mind to focus on their impending business bid.
“But Boss, Lawrence Lance’s sabotage on that plane failed completely. I heard one of his nephews even got thrown in jail over it p>
“Hmph. That wretched girl has nine lives. Once the bidding war is settled and my hands are free, I’ll deal with her p>
He couldn’t let anyone from the Mercer family gain the upper hand.
But in Shane’s eyes, the primary target was the core of the Mercer Group. Mira was just a little girl, and an exiled one at that.
No matter how capable she seemed, she was merely an entertainer. She posed no real threat to his grand design.
That night, Lenny called Mira. “Miss, I’ve secured the hair samples from Mara and the others p>
“Are you absolutely sure there wasn’t a mix-up p>
“Positive. No mistakes p>
“Excellent. Have someone come over and collect my hair as well, then send them all in for DNA testing. Remember, split each sample in two and send them to entirely different hospitals p>
“Understood, Miss p>
The next morning, as soon as Mira stepped into the classroom, Liora rushed over, shoving her phone in Mira’s face to show her the ongoing bloodbath on the school forum.
“Mira, look! Our school is winning the argument. The Academy’s arrogance is finally getting crushed p>
As the two most prestigious high schools in Melvion City, and located in close proximity, constant comparisons were inevitable.
Over time, an intense, unspoken rivalry had formed between the teachers and students of both institutions.
During sports meets, they clashed over athletics. During talent shows, they warred over the arts. After the college entrance exams, they ruthlessly compared admission rates, Ivy League acceptances, and average test scores.
If Melvion Central High School lost, people mocked their exorbitant tuition, claiming their teaching quality was trash and that the students were nothing but useless, trust fund brats surviving on their parents’ wealth.
If the Academy lost, the public sneered that their low salaries couldn’t
attract decent teachers or
produce capable students. They
claimed the kids from working class
farmlies were destined for
mediocrity because of their inferior
genetics.
No one knew when it started or who created it, but somehow, these two fiercely opposed schools shared a single online forum.
Rumor had it the original goal was mutual learning and healthy competition. No one expected it to devolve into a toxic battleground.
Every single event sparked a war.
Mira glanced around the classroom and noticed several early arrivals aggressively typing away on their phones, fully engaged in the digital warfare.
Even Elara, who usually kept her head down and focused strictly on studying, was uncharacteristically holding her phone, furiously trading insults in the thread.
Mira sat down and skimmed the screen on Liora’s phone. The argument was a seemingly endless wall of text.
“Our school has Mira Mercer as our absolute anchor. No matter how much those monkeys screech, they’ll never escape her shadow p>
“You’re the monkeys! Our Logan Gentry and Zander May are the undeniable gods of academics p>
“Hilarious. Gods? They aren’t even qualified to clean the shrines. Our Mira is a legendary composer and a famous singer. That’s a true god. Learn your place p>
“This is a high school. We’re talking about academics. Stop dragging irrelevant garbage into this p>
“That’s just because your school lacks actual talent, so you have nothing to compare p>