Chapter 21 Chapter 21 American Bullying

"My intuition tells me there's a nerd nearby. Oh~~~it turns out our little oak is back!"

The first class had just ended and Olga was about to clear the table when a group of students led by a tall boy surrounded her.

The guy in the lead looked very tall, definitely over 6 feet, towering over the group of 12th graders. He also looked very large, weighing at least 230 pounds or more.

In front of Olga, who was only eleven years old, this guy was like a mountain.

The man had a malicious smile on his face. Olga stared at him for several seconds before she remembered that he should be the quarterback and captain of the school football team - Andrew Aiken, one of the stars on campus.

At this moment, the campus celebrity was sitting on Olga's desk with his arms folded and chewing gum.

"...Is there something wrong?" Olga thought for a long time, but still felt that she was not very familiar with this person.

"Oh~~~" Andrew sighed deeply, "Look at our poor little Oak Tree. Her brain has degenerated to the point that she can't even remember what happened three days ago."

The men and women around Andrew immediately burst into a roar of excitement.

"Oak" probably refers to the initials of Olga's full name, Olga Alsace Kriss. But...

Olga sneered inwardly. Oak doesn't just mean "oak tree," it can also mean the aroma of wine. It's just that these guys wouldn't make that connection.

As for "nerd"? Olga didn't feel anything at all about the somewhat insulting term, and her heart remained unmoved. At least it proved that she had fulfilled her primary duty as a student—studying diligently, right?

Olga's expressionless face, lacking even a hint of fear, must have embarrassed the invincible rugby captain. So, with the surrounding students jeer, he suddenly raised his palm like a palm fan and slapped Olga on the head.

"Have you become stupid from studying? Can't you hear me talking to you?!"

Olga was caught off guard and was slapped on the head. It hurt for sure, and she felt a little dizzy at the same time.

Is he having a concussion? Olga thought irrationally.

Olga felt even more dizzy with the chatter of the teenagers around her.

She held her head and looked up at the football captain who was still occupying her desk.

"What are you looking at?"

Andrew Aiken was about to hit Olga on the head again. But this time, Olga, who was not lost in thought, dodged it easily.

When Olga looked at people with an expressionless face, her eyes did appear very gloomy, and sometimes even made people feel terrified, just like Andrew Aiken who suddenly became frightened just now.

However, perhaps it was the friends around him who gave him courage, or perhaps it was because he subconsciously did not take such a tiny person seriously, so Andrew simply put the fleeting chill behind him.

Seeing that Olga dared to dodge and succeeded, Andrew became even more unhappy.

Just as he was about to take action, Olga stood up.

Olga looked very short among a group of 17 or 18-year-old teenagers, so naturally, she was once again ridiculed.

"Oh~~~ Shorty, we just realized you're standing up! You look exactly the same as when you were sitting down, hahahahaha!"

Amidst a burst of malicious laughter, Olga took a deep breath, trying to suppress her growing irritation, and asked again, "What do you want?"

Andrew stretched out his hand, and a blonde girl with a proud figure leaned into his arms. Olga recalled for several seconds - the captain of the school cheerleading team, Clara Bertha.

Tsk, the cheerleader and the football quarterback, what an unoriginal and stereotypical combination.

"Do you remember what I asked you to do three days ago?" Although Clara used polite words, her raised chin and her tone all showed her arrogance.

"What?" Olga was sure she really didn't remember. She had been very busy recently and there was no way she was wasting time remembering insignificant things about insignificant people.

“Oh!”

Clara complained as she sat in Andrew's arms. The two of them probably whispered something to each other, and the more they talked, the closer they got. In the end, their noses were almost touching.

Olga: “…”

Olga's head was still buzzing, and she suspected that she really had a mild concussion.

But compared to the concussion...Olga didn't want to see two weirdos kissing passionately in front of her.

"Listen," Olga took a deep breath, but soon regretted it - she always felt that even the air around her was polluted by these people, "Hey, listen, I don't want to cause trouble -"

"Oh! Listen, listen!" Olga's words were quickly interrupted. Amidst a burst of booing and laughter, the football captain hugged the cheerleader and continued his "performance".

"Listen! Our little California girl is about to call her mom and cry! Oh~ sorry, sorry, I forgot, you don't have a mom! Who is that guy who picks you up every day? Your sugar daddy?"

As he spoke, a slightly obscene laugh rang out from all around.

Olga's eyes darkened instantly, and she kept telling herself to stay calm. First, she couldn't defeat so many people alone. Second, the organization had warned her not to cause trouble in the new school.

That’s right, the reason Olga transferred to New York was because she “caused trouble” at her previous school.

However, Olga's "troublemaking" was obviously different from that of ordinary children. Although the organization helped her to resolve it in the end, she was personally warned by the boss and was put in solitary confinement for a very long time.

So, Olga managed to pull her facial muscles and reveal a stiff smile.

"Come on, hick (country bumpkin), tell our little nerd what she forgot?" Andrew pulled another boy out from behind the crowd and pushed him in front of Olga.

He was a very thin boy, wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses, an old gray woolen sweater and loose jeans. He staggered several steps before he could stand firmly in front of Olga.

"You...you forgot..."

The boy lowered his head, not daring to look Olga in the eye, and certainly not to meet anyone else's gaze. He just kept nervously rubbing the hem of his old wool sweater.

Olga looked at the man for a long time, but couldn't remember his exact name - was he called... Mike? Olga was not sure.

There was a invisible person in every class. Olga made a quick judgment. Not being able to remember names wasn't her problem.

"Louder!" Andrew pushed Mike from behind again.

Mike was nearly pushed to the ground. He quickly glanced at Olga through his thick glasses and whispered, "You, you didn't...you didn't give Bertha her homework...and it ruined her...full grade point average."

This is indeed a serious matter for a group of 12th graders who are preparing to apply for college.

but--

Operation?

Olga finally managed to distinguish the word from Mike's mouth.

She remembered that three days ago, on the last day before she took leave to go to Europe to compete, the cheerleader who loved to look down on people had thrown something on her desk.

"Hey, good baby, remember to help me finish my homework."

That's what she seemed to say at the time.

As for Olga?

At that time, Olga threw the pile of things on the table into the trash can with disgust, and then put this unimportant episode out of her mind - she was very busy!

So that's what it was.

Olga suddenly realized: "But I never promised to help you with your homework."

All of this was just the cheerleader's monologue. Of course, as a popular figure in school, she was probably too accustomed to this kind of monologue to marginalized people.

Hearing this, the cheerleader's pretty face almost twisted in anger, and her boyfriend rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Olga amid the jeers. The crowd all stepped back a little, as if forming a natural arena.

Andrew rudely pushed Mike away, who was blocking his way. This time, the poor skinny little transparent man really fell down, his glasses flew out, and then Andrew stepped on them and turned them into a pile of tatters.

Andrew obviously did it on purpose.

Olga watched all this with an expressionless face, then took a tiny step back imperceptibly and put her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt.

She began to estimate the difference in combat power between the enemy and her own side, as well as her own chances of winning.

Without Andrew's followers interfering... Olga grasped the compass she had casually slipped into her sweatshirt pocket. She placed her thumb on the sharp edge of the compass and felt a sharp pain, which helped her focus more.

As long as Andrew's minions didn't intervene, Olga felt that she would definitely win with her "weapons". Moreover, if she could really beat Andrew, then Andrew's minions would most likely not make a move. But -

Tsk.

Olga curled her lips and looked up at Andrew who was still mocking her as a "little rat with bared fangs and claws", thinking about how to win this game without killing or crippling this guy.

Unfortunately, Olga hadn't figured out any solution yet. According to what she had learned, there was no "gentle" way to defeat an opponent with such a huge size difference.

Just when Olga was wondering if her boss would put her in solitary confinement and order her to transfer schools if she really "accidentally" committed a crime, the class bell rang.