1520 Bourbotte's Nephew

"Then why did you still come? I'm curious why the school views this seriously, even wanting you to lead the team. It's giving them too much face," another student commented.

"I'm free anyways, and I've been on a break recently, so I thought I should come and see," Shana said. "See what a country with a rich and ancient history looks like. I'm rather curious about their culture too, but forget about the acting. I'll just treat it like I'm on tour."

"Moreover, the school might just be putting on a show," another brunette said. "At the very least, they want to give the impression that the school is viewing this seriously."

"That's right." Shana chuckled. "Over at NYU, the senior Oren is leading. Their exchange team sent to NYU is already the top students from this country—they seemed to have been picked from across the nation, so with Oren at school, it's up to me to lead here. Had our senior Oren come personally, I'm afraid they'd have had to lose even worse. "

"How boring." The fair-haired boy yawned lazily. "Don't they know their own standards? How come they're still coming to us every year to be humiliated?"

Someone else assented. "So we'll just make it quick. If we win quickly, we can still tour the country. I want to see the legendary Great Wall."

Everyone nodded fervently at this suggestion.

"Alright, a quick one it shall be. No need to bother about their pride, we just have to show them the difference," one student piped in. "Ha, they think it's enough to send their students to us to learn annually? Let them know that it's useless no matter how much they learn—they can dream on."

Everyone laughed gleefully.

Even the teacher leading the team didn't think their words were wrong.

Wasn't the difference in abilities between both parties plain as day?

But the teacher still said, "Be that as it may, you still shouldn't underestimate the enemy. We must use our full abilities to win. This will ensure a good victory, one won without question, and let them know the difference in skills between them and us. Our aim isn't to underestimate them and win only by a slim margin, a questionable victory. No matter how weak our opponent is, we still have to showcase our best abilities, get it?"

"Understood."

"Yes."

"Got it."

Everyone promised to do their best.

"What's her name… Lu what… that I heard foiled Attack Force?" Who knew if he'd really forgotten Lu Man's name or if he was displaying his scorn for her? The honey-haired boy had asked this lazily and disdainfully.

"Lu Man," someone reminded him. "Really, Howard, how can you keep forgetting her name after so many times?"

This was spoken by a slightly plump boy. Teasing and mockery of Lu Man laced his words.

Everyone knew that Howard had asked on purpose, not because he really forgot her name.

"Haha, who cares what she's called? When Attack Force came here, she was such an upstart," Howard said idly. "She made a good movie an embarrassment here. I'm here to meet her."

The plump boy replied, "And here I was wondering why you'd volunteer to sign up for this."

Everyone knew that Howard was Bourbotte's nephew, and because of Bourbotte, he'd entered the entertainment industry at a young age. He was a child actor, but he didn't fall from grace after he grew up like many other child stars. He might not be shining as much as Shana or Oren now, but he had a good career waiting in the future.