Chapter 298 - 299: Are Shawn Styles’s Legs as Long as Yours?
Julian Dawson’s outburst plunged the already quiet team into an even deeper silence.
All eyes were fixed on the back of Julian Dawson’s head.
His friend, seeing that something was wrong, quickly nudged him in the shoulder.
Julian Dawson had his back to them and hadn’t noticed anything was amiss. When his friend suddenly touched him, he couldn’t help but ask, "What, did I say something wrong? Coach Young has to be out of his mind. He could have hired anyone, but he just had to get some useless little brat to teach us?"
Julian Dawson’s friend was instantly speechless. He covered his face and said, "Julian, just look behind you."
Julian Dawson, unconcerned, turned around dismissively. But the moment he did, he was met with Professor Young’s face, magnified and right in front of him.
"AAAAAH—"
Julian Dawson let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered at the face that had suddenly appeared.
Professor Young: "What’s with all the screaming and shouting? Aren’t you supposed to be so tough!"
Julian Dawson was lanky, but taller than anyone else on the team.
He was a full head taller than Coach Young, who stood right in front of him.
But at this moment, he hunched over like a quail, his head bowed.
Standing to the side, Chloe Sinclair found the scene rather amusing and couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
"What the fuck are you laughing at!"
Julian Dawson immediately blew up when Chloe Sinclair laughed at him.
He had just raised his hand when Coach Young smacked it down with a folder.
Julian Dawson was still young and full of youthful arrogance. Having lost face in front of his peers, he was not only angry but also felt incredibly wronged.
He put his hands behind his back and fell silent, looking as if he were ready to take his punishment.
But even with his penitent attitude, Professor Young couldn’t help but ask, "So Chloe laughed at you?"
Julian Dawson nodded quickly.
The coach shot him a look. "And what if she did?"
When Coach Young turned and handed the folder to Chloe Sinclair, his entire expression changed.
"Chloe, please, say a few words."
Chloe Sinclair nodded and stepped into the center of the group.
Everyone there was considerably taller than she was.
Yet, Chloe Sinclair faced them with perfect composure.
Her gaze landed on the defiant-looking Julian Dawson at the back of the group. She said seriously, "First of all, I need to prove something to you."
Chloe Sinclair took a step to the side. "Your coach is in perfect health. There’s nothing wrong with his body, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with his head."
The color drained from Julian Dawson’s face. He wanted to argue, but he didn’t know where to begin.
Julian Dawson’s expression turned grim.
Chloe Sinclair tilted her head, looking him up and down. "You think you’re pretty amazing, don’t you?"
At this, a flash of contempt crossed Julian Dawson’s eyes. He slapped his thigh. "Isn’t it obvious?"
He had long legs; he was always faster than the others when he ran.
But Chloe Sinclair, standing opposite him, just shook her head and refuted him. "No, it’s not."
She paused. "That’s your fatal flaw."
"That’s impossible!"
Julian Dawson ignored the coach’s warning glare and exploded like a firecracker, his voice booming across the training grounds.
The young man’s expression was incredulous. "That’s obviously my strength! Otherwise, how could I have possibly come in second!"
He had just taken second place!
And he was even faster than usual!
Chloe Sinclair: "In that case, why weren’t you first?"
Chloe Sinclair’s question stunned Julian Dawson into silence.
He blinked, his mind racing to process the question.
’Because Shawn Styles has always been number one from the very beginning?’
As if she could read his mind, Chloe Sinclair spoke slowly, "Shawn Styles is indeed number one. But take a look—are his legs as long as yours?"