The Real Daughter Came Back to Chill and Kill novel Chapter 59

"I'll streak around the field!"

"What an idiot!" someone laughed.

Percy smirked coldly and suddenly knocked on Stacy's desk. "Come on, write it down. Evan Clarke will write his name backwards. Simon Hughes will handstand and eat shit. Ryan Walker will streak around the field."

Stacy, who had been sulking at Percy just moments ago, quickly grabbed a sheet of paper and started scribbling it down.

Percy swept his gaze across the group, grinning. "Better remember it. Don't you dare back out later."

The boys cracked up even harder, not the least bit worried. They were convinced that a guy like Percy, who ranked at the bottom in every subject, could only dream about placing in the Elite Math Tournament. What a joke.

Mike smiled warmly. "So, you're saying you'll compete?"

Percy leaned back lazily in his chair, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. "Of course. How else am I supposed to slap a bunch of losers in the face?"

Honestly, he hadn't planned on wasting time on something like this. It would cut into his gaming hours. However, since Jonah's little gang thought so little of him, he figured he might as well enter, crush it, and shut them all up.

Mike beamed and placed a thick stack of practice papers on his desk. "These are past Elite Math Tournament questions. You'll need to get through all of them within the week. If you don't know something, come ask me."

Percy's smile froze instantly. "That much?"

Was it too late to regret this?

Mike chuckled. "It looks like a lot, but once you start, it won't be that bad."