Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Ling Ling, you are not an undercover agent, right?
There was no doubt that Olga's playing technique was impeccable. But what Kudo Yusaku hadn't anticipated at first was the extraordinary emotional intensity of her performance.
He initially thought that Olga would be the type who was full of skills and had no emotions...
However, this emotionally charged performance undoubtedly made the sense of disharmony even more pronounced.
Kudo Yusaku frowned slightly. Was he being overly suspicious?
Kudo Yusaku immediately shook his head. Even he couldn't solve this mystery immediately. Perhaps... just like before he saw Olga, he couldn't imagine what this character would look like.
*
After the performance, the audience erupted in applause. It was clearly a film set, but at this moment it felt like a concert.
The director was full of praise for Vermouth. He said to Vermouth beside him, "I finally understand why you said she wouldn't pursue a career in acting. Arthas should be a musician."
Vermouth smiled but said nothing.
Haydn Williams ran to Olga as soon as the performance ended, so it seemed that the letter of recommendation was not a problem.
While immersed in the music, Kudo Yukiko patted Kudo Shinichi on the back and said, "Shin-chan, you must practice piano well in the future!"
Kudo Shinichi continued to perform as usual, using the method of deception to learn: "...Yes, yes." If Holmes didn't know how to play the violin, he would never have learned it.
Olga, who had rarely been a "child of other people's families", was not aware of it and was very unhappy.
Olga didn't know why.
For the sake of that unnecessary letter of recommendation, she patiently chatted with Hayden Williams with a forced smile for a long time, until the next scene was filmed for other people, and then she finally found the opportunity to go to Vermouth.
"What exactly is your purpose?"
This was the second time Olga asked Vermouth this question today, and her tone was much worse than the first time.
*
From Kudo Yusaku's perspective, Vermouth and Olga were standing side by side with their arms folded in a very similar posture. Although they were not looking at each other, they were obviously talking.
Vermouth's expression was as contented as ever, but Olga's was not so good.
They were standing far away from the crowd, and Kudo Yusaku couldn't hear what they were saying, but the sense of discomfiture in his heart was growing.
In the past... he seemed to have always overlooked some unusual aspects of his good friend Yukiko.
Is it a coincidence?
No, he wouldn't be so careless.
*
Vermouth still did not answer Olga, but asked her a seemingly unrelated question: "Why do you think I became a movie actor?"
Olga didn't have the patience to play charades with Vermouth, especially when she was not in a good mood.
"You're not trying to tell me you have an immense passion for acting, are you?" Olga spoke a little faster than usual, her tone calm but with obvious sarcasm. "That's truly touching."
As she spoke, she clapped twice in a pretentious manner.
Vermouth accepted Olga's bad attitude well. She shook her short golden hair after her disguise and took off the sunglasses hanging on her breast pocket and put them on.
"'A secret makes a woman woman'?" Olga looked at Vermouth's expression and felt that she was going to say this.
Unexpectedly, this time Vermouth just raised the corners of her lips and put her index finger in front of her lips.
Olga couldn't see her eyes through her sunglasses. Of course, even without the sunglasses, Olga could never accurately interpret the emotions of someone as skilled at disguise and as complex as Vermouth.
Vermouth bent down slightly and spoke slowly to Olga in her slightly hoarse and lazy voice:
"That way, at least someone will remember me, even if they're not the real me."
After the words fell, only silence remained between the two.
The atmosphere seemed to become tense, but it also seemed not to.
After a while, Olga twitched her lips and said word by word: "Riddle. People. Get. Out. of. New. York."
It sounded as if one of them was about to die, or the whole group was wiped out.
*
Olga doesn't have many scenes, and given her efficiency, the filming can be completed before the winter break.
The Kudo couple are still busy on the set every day. This is the first time that Kudo Yusaku has served as the screenwriter for a film adapted from his own novel, and it's clear that he's taking it very seriously.
Vermouth, the ever-busy actress, only showed up for a short while on the first day. It's certainly not appropriate for a retired actress to hang around the set every day, even if she's currently using the identity of "Kudo Yukiko's friend."
In the following days, whenever Olga finished a scene and started to stare blankly, Kudo Yukiko would smile and push Kudo Shinichi, who was also wandering around the set idly, over to her.
"You two go play~"
She was even thoughtful enough to give the two children some pocket money, probably wanting them to buy candy or something.
Olga: “…”
Kudo Shinichi: “…”
Shinichi Kudo guessed that his mother wanted him to interact more with "other people's children". After all, "Birds of a feather flock together".
Moreover, Kudo Shinichi could clearly feel that his mother really liked Olga, even though his father kept silent about Olga.
As for Kudo Shinichi himself? He thought Olga was a strange person. But, she was also a decent person. After all—anyone who liked Sherlock Holmes couldn't be a bad person!
He admitted that it was really amazing for a girl to have read all the Sherlock Holmes novels at this age.
*
The two children looked at each other in bewilderment at the pocket money given by Kudo Yukiko.
Finally, it was Olga who spoke first: "I remember there's a good ice cream shop nearby."
It's a good idea to use up some free pocket money. Kudo Shinichi nodded in agreement: "Let's go then."
The two of them followed the navigation on their phones all the way, and they didn't get lost, but they didn't talk to each other all the way, and the atmosphere was quite awkward - Olga rarely took the initiative to talk to people without a purpose; and Kudo Shinichi was obviously not the type of person who was very outgoing.
Oh, of course, Olga wouldn't feel embarrassed, so the only one who would feel embarrassed is Kudo Shinichi.
So, it was Kudo Shinichi who couldn't stand it anymore and started to make small talk: "Hey, Wynyard."
"Are you calling me?" Olga turned around. The boy next to her, about her height, had his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised, giving him the air of a budding yet natural BKing.
If an adult behaved like this, it might be annoying, but it is quite interesting to see this temperament in an elementary school student.
"Of course it's you." Kudo Shinichi turned his head and looked at Olga several times, then as if he had thought of something, his tone was slightly surprised, "Could it be that - your last name is not Wynyard?"
Olga: "..." Does she look familiar with Vermouth?
"That's right..." Before Olga could speak, Kudo Shinichi lowered his head, stroking his chin with one hand, and muttered something to himself. Olga didn't hear the specific words, but only vaguely heard him mention the name "Chris Wynyard".
Finally, Olga heard Kudo Shinichi say to her in a tone that clearly showed some concern but pretended to be indifferent: "Don't worry, my mother and you—and Aunt Sharon—are good friends. I won't say anything."
Olga: "..." What are you trying to say?
Olga felt that Kudo Shinichi might have misunderstood something magical.
*
Olga didn't know how things turned out like this -
Kudo Shinichi has been muttering Sherlock Holmes in her ear almost all the way!
Olga didn't mind listening to some interesting anecdotes related to Sherlock Holmes, but she had finished reading "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" a long time ago, and she didn't want to listen to Kudo Shinichi repeat the plot to her again.
Kudo Shinichi should have known that she had already read all the Sherlock Holmes novels, so why did he repeat himself?
So, on the way back with the ice cream, Olga decisively interrupted Kudo Shinichi's spell and asked: "Who do you think Holmes would save first if Irene and Watson fell into the water at the same time?"
"——Huh?" Kudo Shinichi was obviously confused by Olga's question. It took him a while to react. "What kind of weird question is that?"
"Oh, I thought Holmes liked them both very much." Olga licked the ice cream calmly.
"That was when—" Kudo Shinichi looked a little annoyed, "So, Holmes' feelings towards Irene and Watson are completely different, okay?"
"Oh," Olga continued, seeing that Kudo Shinichi had successfully misled her logic, "I thought Holmes was an emotionless guy. After all, he calls himself a high-functioning sociopath."
Olga saw out of the corner of her eye that Kudo Shinichi's face had turned red and the tips of his ears were slightly red, obviously he was excited.
Kudo Shinichi was acting like a real elementary school student at this moment. He jumped up and protested, "Have you watched some weird TV show? I'm telling you, the essence of Sherlock Holmes lies in the original novel!"
He seemed to be advising people to turn back from their mistakes and not be fooled by the film and television adaptations. Little did he know how funny it was to be a little Sherlock Holmes fan.
Olga calmly licked her ice cream again. She certainly remembered that the self-proclaimed high-functioning sociopath was a character from a TV series, Sherlock Holmes, and had nothing to do with the original novel's Holmes.
But this did not prevent Olga from deliberately teasing Kudo Shinichi.
"What does it matter? Even if we look at the behavioral logic in the novel, the term high-functioning sociopath still holds true~"
Now, Kudo Shinichi's face also turned red - he was angry.
He probably wanted to refute Olga's words, but as a real elementary school student, Kudo Shinichi was not very good at psychology. So, he could only try to reason with Olga while secretly making up his mind to learn psychology well:
"Even sociopaths can develop relationships, although they usually find it difficult to maintain long-term intimate relationships. In short, sociopaths and psychopaths are different!"
Kudo Shinichi's words were clearly meant to refute Olga's claim that "Holmes has no emotions." Unexpectedly, Olga followed suit and said, "So, you're admitting that Holmes is a high-functioning sociopath?"
Kudo Shinichi widened his eyes: "I didn't—"
"So, if Irene and Watson fell into the water at the same time, who would Holmes save first?"
"Hello!!!"
Olga laughed out loud. She felt that Kudo Shinichi was much more amusing when he was angry than when he was acting like a little adult.
Finally, probably realizing that Olga was teasing him on purpose, Kudo Shinichi grumbled, "You're such a weird guy."
Olga smiled but said nothing.
She truly believed that Holmes felt the same way about Irene and Watson, though the degree might be different.
Olga could only read the emotion of "care" from the novel, which was the limit of her empathy.
*
Olga felt that the name "Chris Wynyard" had been mentioned quite often recently, such as now—
After finishing her winter break work on the set, Olga found the conspicuous white sports car in the parking lot with extraordinary accuracy, opened the passenger door and jumped in.
Toru Amuro easily took the thick coat that was cold to the touch and put it away, then handed her a cup of hot cocoa.
Olga had just taken a sip of her hot cocoa when the host of the car radio, which had been on, suddenly started talking about the latest gossip about Chris Wynyard, the daughter of the famous actress Sharon Wynyard.
Olga reached out and changed the channel, but she didn't expect that the next channel would directly talk about Sharon Wynyard's gossip.
Olga continued to tune in, and then came to a conclusion - it was not a good day to listen to the radio.
Who would have thought she even heard a radio station trying to compare the acting skills of Sharon Wynyard and Chris Wynyard!
Does this comparison make any sense?!
It was completely baffling. It even reminded Olga of the time when Vermouth posted a similar thread on a forum, sparking a heated exchange between fans of Sharon and Chris, while she herself watched with a smile.
It's really unnecessary memories.
Olga rolled her eyes, put all the memories of Vermouth behind her, and reached out to turn off the radio.
Then, she heard Amuro Toru say in a seemingly casual tone: "I always feel that Vermouth and Chris Wynyard——"
"Don't think so, it's just what you think."
Olga held the hot cocoa in her hands, and the heat quickly passed through the paper wall of the cup to her palms, dispelling the chill.
But she still felt a little cold.
"If you have something to ask, don't be so roundabout, Lingling."
Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment. Olga's words further confirmed some of his guesses, some of which were about the organization's biggest secrets.
but--
"You're so straightforward, Oria." Amuro Toru said helplessly.
Olga snorted twice. "That's because it was Ling Ling who was talking to me. I don't bother to pay attention to others."
Amuro Toru couldn't help but laugh.
Olga suddenly turned around, the casual expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a blank expression: "And——"
"Hmm?" Amuro Toru drove the car with his eyes fixed on the front, but even so, he could feel Olga's stare.
"You," Olga spoke slowly, each word clearly, "Lingling, you... aren't an undercover agent, are you?"
The atmosphere in the car seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.
Olga stared at Amuro Toru, not wanting to miss any detail. However, she saw that he was still driving calmly, without any abnormality.
He seemed not to have heard Olga's words, but also seemed to be doing it on purpose. After a long while, he smiled and said, "How could it be?"
Olga saw his right index finger tap the steering wheel inadvertently. It was probably a little habit that even he himself had never noticed.
Olga tilted her head, propping her chin on one hand as she looked out the window at the rapidly receding winter snowscape: "That's good."
Amuro Toru remained silent. He heard Olga whisper in a sighing tone, "I'll believe whatever you say, Lingling."
Amuro Toru was completely speechless. He suddenly felt a little sad, but he still had to mobilize his facial muscles to maintain the upward curve of his mouth.
Even with Olga…even with Olya, he couldn't fully show his true self in front of her.
The car became quiet, with only the occasional sound of the cold wind whistling in from outside.
Amuro Toru felt his throat tighten, but he still had to use all his strength to pretend to be casual and ask Olga in that relaxed tone: "Why do you suddenly ask such a question?"
Olga seemed to have completely forgotten the tension she had just provoked. Holding a cup of hot cocoa, she answered Amuro Toru's question with a satisfied and comfortable expression:
"Because the previous guardian also asked me a similar question about Vermouth."
Toru Amuro opened his lips. He had heard from Gin that Olga's previous guardian was an undercover agent and had been... "dealt with" by Gin.
"But Zero is different."
Her eyes must be full of trust. But Amuro Toru didn't dare to meet her eyes.
Feel sorry.
He said this in his heart.
He couldn't be exposed. So, even to Olga, he had to weave one lie after another.
"By the way, Olya, have you heard—"
Toru Amuro quickly and skillfully adjusted his emotions. He still had an impeccable smile on his face, but his suddenly changing pupils revealed his inner plan.
"—champagne?"
Olga paused for a moment while drinking her cocoa, but soon she raised her head as if nothing had happened and drank the last sip of cocoa in the cup.
"Champagne?" She kept looking up, her unfocused eyes staring at the car's ceiling, as if lost in some distant memory. "That was a, disgusting guy."
Toru Amuro couldn't help but look at Olga, but she was leaning on the window frame looking at the world outside the window, leaving only the back of her head visible to Toru Amuro.
"Hey, isn't it a bit unkind to say that about your direct supervisor?"
Olga's tone was as playful as ever. Even though he couldn't see, Amuro Toru could even imagine what expression was on her face at that moment.
But……
Amuro frowned slightly.
He always felt that this was not Olga's true emotion.
*
In the end, Toru Amuro still got a lot of information about champagne from Olga - mixed with a bunch of negative adjectives.
At the same time, he also received a serious reminder from Olga:
“Don’t touch anything involving champagne lightly – you’ll regret it.”
Amuro Toru couldn't understand the emotion in Olga's eyes at that time. It was a complex, turbulent situation hidden under the calm.
Champagne.
He mouthed the code name silently.
"Hey, Bourbon? Are you listening to me?"
A female voice brought him back to his thoughts.
Amuro Toru smiled and said, "Of course I heard what you said, Vermouth."
Olga's performance at that time impressed Amuro Toru so much that even when he was on a mission with Vermouth, he would still recall it from time to time.
Vermouth looked at Toru Amuro deeply, then took out a slender ladies' cigarette from the cigarette box.
"Sorry, no smoking in this car."
Toru Amuro held the steering wheel with one hand and quickly and ruthlessly snatched the cigarette from Vermouth's hand with the other hand and threw it into the trash can before she could react.
Vermouth kept holding the cigarette. She was stunned for a second, and finally, after looking down at her empty right hand, she changed her posture to sitting with her arms folded: "Ah, I thought someone like you wouldn't care about that child at all."
Olga hates the smell of cigarettes, and this car is the one that Amuro Tsubasa often drives to pick her up.
Amuro Toru only said: "After all, this is the highest priority task assigned to me by the organization, so I naturally need to take it seriously."
Upon hearing this, Vermouth sneered and said nothing more.
But Toru Amuro did not calm down as usual. He controlled the steering wheel with both hands, increased the speed of the car to over 100 miles per hour, and his eyes became sharper.
Along with the harsh sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, Vermouth heard Amuro Toru say in that annoying, all-controlling tone: "I recently heard a secret about you and the boss--"
With every word Toru Amuro said, the temperature in the car seemed to drop a few degrees.
Almost at the same second when he uttered the last word, the dark wooden hatch pressed against his temple.
But Toru Amuro did not feel nervous. On the contrary, he had a sense of security that everything had settled, as if a huge rock in his heart had finally fallen to the ground, allowing him to relax.
Vermouth's reaction completely confirmed his suspicions, and this suspicion was related to the organization's greatest secret!
The safety of the wooden can was already pulled, and the force against his head continued to increase, as if to show that the owner's heart was not as calm as his appearance.
Toru Amuro stepped on the brakes and raised his hands in surrender, but the curve of his mouth looked much more realistic.
The car was completely silent. Amuro Toru could even hear Vermouth's suddenly heavier breathing.
After a standoff of more than ten seconds, Vermouth suddenly retracted her weapon: "Forget it, if I kill you here, that kid will definitely make a scene."
"Since you know it's a secret, never mention it again, Bourbon."
Vermouth's tone returned to its usual lazy tone, but the chill and warning mixed in it could not be ignored no matter what.
*
The mission was over very quickly. For the combination of Bourbon and Vermouth, this mission was too easy.
"Actually, that kid's disguise skills are pretty amazing too." After getting into the car, Vermouth closed the door casually.
The only reason why Toru Amuro and Vermouth carried out this mission together was that the plan required the use of disguise.
In fact, just as Vermouth said, with Olga's level, she can completely replace Vermouth and go on missions with Amuro Toru. In fact, if Amuro Toru chooses to go with Olga, it will be more convenient than with Vermouth, after all, they live together.
However, neither Amuro Toru nor Vermouth mentioned this point tacitly. It seems that they don't want Olga to be too involved in the organization's affairs.
Although Vermouth and Olga seem to have a tense relationship, but——
Toru Amuro glanced at Vermouth.
Yes, based on that secret, Vermouth's current behavior is completely reasonable.
"I really miss it." Vermouth's tone sounded like an expression of emotion.
"Hmm?" Amuro Toru drove out of the parking lot. He saw Vermouth looking out the window with her head supported by one hand, in a posture very similar to Olga's.
No, it's more like Olga is like Vermouth...
"I watched that child grow up," Vermouth seemed to be lost in some distant memory, "I always take her with me on every mission."
Perhaps with the thought of "he already knows the secret anyway", Vermouth rarely reveals her true feelings.
Vermouth can be said to be Olga's true "first guardian".
At that time, when Vermouth was on a mission, Olga would stay in the car and wait for her to come back. When she came back, she would usually smell of gunpowder or blood.
Olga was always calm, whether she was waiting or looking at her. It was as if she was used to it, or didn't care at all.
"Actually, she wasn't like this before." There was a contradictory nostalgia in Vermouth's tone.
Olga at that time didn't look like Olga, and Vermouth didn't look like Vermouth. Looking back, even she found it incredible.
Who would have thought that Vermouth would also help Olga push the swing.
Later, the swing accidentally hit Olga's head.
Vermouth looked up at the ceiling. The flickering light of the night shone on her clear jawline, but completely hid the upper half of her face and emotions in the shadows.
Toru Amuro remembered that Olga had also told him about the "swing".
When he was in the police academy, he had studied and analyzed countless cases of serial sharks. Many of them had a similar experience - they were hit on the head by a swing when they were young.
At that time, the young and inexperienced students in the police academy would laugh at this "swing law".
Now, Toru Amuro truly realized that the old swing took away not only time, but also Olga's ability to empathize.
"She used to have a little dog that she loved very much."
Later, she was punished by her teacher at school to copy "Hamsters can't fly"... She threw the hamster down from the tall teaching building.
Conduct disorder. Perhaps people are more familiar with the name for this condition in people over the age of 18: ASPD, or Antisocial Personality Disorder.
However, not all ASPD patients will eventually become criminals, Amuro Toru told himself.
*
Later, Olga and Vermouth had a falling out, which seemed like an inevitability formed by countless coincidences.
Then, the organization arranged a guardian for Olga, who was the undercover agent that Toru Amuro had heard of countless times but never knew his name.
Olga rejected the name given to her by Vermouth and called herself "Olga".
Holy and peaceful.
In fact, the name Alsace was originally given because Vermouth happened to see a bottle of Alsace wine.
Yes, what Vermouth didn't tell Amuro Toru was that "Alsace" was just a name.
"So, keep your mouth shut and live well, Bourbon." Vermouth's words were meaningful. "Don't repeat the mistakes of the last loser."
"Of course," she murmured again, as if speaking to herself, "you are indeed different from those rubbish."
Vermouth didn't think Bourbon was an undercover agent—she always thought he was just too smart and too perceptive. In all these years, he was the first one to discover the secret, whether he was a member of the organization or an undercover agent.
“Sometimes, being too smart is not a good thing.”
Facing Vermouth's knock, Amuro Toru just smiled and replied nonchalantly: "Of course."
This conversation gave him more information, without Vermouth even noticing. At the same time... he also learned more about Olga's past, which he had never participated in.
*
It was late when Toru Amuro returned home, but the house was still brightly lit. Vaughan Williams's "Skylark Flies High" flowed slowly from the room, the gentle and rich tone of Guarneri's violin giving the piece a unique flavor compared to the more common versions he heard.
Toru Amuro didn't put the car in the garage, but parked it casually at the door. He was about to go on another mission.
After pushing open the door, Toru Amuro saw Olga standing in the hall with her violin, and the warm yellow light of the crystal chandelier gave her a soft color.
"Lingling, you're back!"
After hearing the noise, Olga immediately threw the piano onto the sofa and ran over to pounce on Toru Amuro.
Amuro Toru caught Olga and asked, "Are you in a good mood today?"
It was rare for Olga to take the initiative to practice the piano. And judging by the emotion she expressed in the song "Skylark Flies High," Olga could even be considered in a good mood.
"Of course, winter break will start tomorrow after the last exam!"
Tomorrow, no, it should be said that the morning of a few hours later, is the last day of finals week and also Olga's last day in this school - she has completed all the credits and can graduate half a year earlier than usual.
Amuro Toru rubbed Olga's head, put her on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen: "What do you want for dinner?"
Although it was past dinner time, Toru Amuro knew that Olga must not have had dinner - this was also the reason why he came back specially.
He could certainly place an order in advance and have the restaurant deliver dinner to Olga, but whether Olga would eat it was another matter. So, when time permitted, even when he was on a mission, Amuro Toru would squeeze out time to come back and cook for Olga.
Olga jumped down from the sofa and followed Amuro Toru into the kitchen like a little tail.
"Have you eaten the snacks I left for you?"
"Eat it."
Toru Amuro knew that he wouldn't be able to come back early today, so he prepared some snacks for Olga in advance so that she could fill her stomach when she was hungry.
“Greek food?”
"Yeah!"
"By the way, I have to go out soon, so I may not be able to take you to school every morning."
"ah--"
"Dinner is almost ready, go put the piano away first."
"oh……"
*
After making dinner for Olga, Toru Amuro left without stopping. It can be seen that he has been very busy recently.
Olga finished her dinner alone and started playing games. Without Amuro Toru to supervise her, she didn't go to bed until she was too sleepy to bear it.
The test was easy anyway, and I could easily get an A even if I was still half asleep. Olga thought to herself before falling asleep.
The result of staying up late to play games was that Olga happily woke up late the next day.
Toru Amuro was not confident in letting Olga go to school alone, so he arranged for a low-level member of the organization to take her there in advance.
However, the lower-level members of the organization would not wake Olga up on time like Amuro Toru, but would diligently drive their cars and wait for Olga outside the house.
Olga didn't look very happy when she got in the car - she wouldn't be able to enter the examination room in half an hour.
According to the estimate given on the map, it will take half an hour to drive to the school.
So, the low-level member of the organization who was called by Toru Amuro to act as a temporary driver could only withstand Olga's low pressure. Under her constant urging of "drive faster", he ignored the angry honking of drivers along the way and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Finally, Olga arrived at the school gate five minutes before the test started. Even so, the driver still had to endure her complaints: "Your driving skills are far worse than Ling Ling's."
After Olga slammed the door and left, the driver finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He thought to himself, isn't it normal for him to be inferior to Bourbon? Otherwise, he would have received an official code name long ago!
Olga hurried towards the school gate, constantly checking the time on her phone. Five minutes left, enough time for her to run from here to the exam room!
However--
Accidents always happen unexpectedly.
"Not just anyone can enter our school."
The security guard stopped Olga at the gate.
The security guard looked at Olga with his nose.
Perhaps because Amuro Toru was away today, no one had prepared clothes for Olga in advance, so Olga had just grabbed a few random pieces of clothing and put them on, which made her look a bit tacky. Or perhaps it was because, as a security guard at a prestigious school, she felt like a bully.
In short, the security guard's attitude seemed extremely arrogant.
Olga stared at her phone screen—three minutes left.
She looked up at the security guard. He was a stranger, probably new to the job.
Olga didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she patiently explained, "I'm a student of this school."
Even though she was unhappy with the security guard's attitude, she still had to focus on the exam.
"Go, go, go! Stop making trouble here! School hours are long past." The security guard repeated, for some unknown reason. "Our school isn't open to just anyone."
Olga looked at her phone – two minutes left, no, it was one minute now.
"Let me in." Olga's tone turned completely cold.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?!" the security guard raised his voice.
Olga frowned and dodged the spray from the security guard.
Thirty seconds...
Even if I enter the school now, it will be too late to reach the examination venue.
This means that Olga will lose the full grade point average in one course and will not be able to graduate with all A's.
Of course, a perfect score wasn't that important to Olga; after all, art students were judged by their professionalism. Even if she didn't get a perfect score in this class, her GPA was still enviably high.
but--
Olga has a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and she couldn't accept this result. Perhaps Vermouth's previous use of Shirley's achievements to stimulate her has deepened her perfectionism.
Strong negative emotions stimulated Olga's brain, causing her chest to rise and fall violently, and her hands hanging at her sides trembled slightly.
She raised her eyes, and there was only a dark shadow in her beautiful emerald eyes.
The arrogant security guard staggered back unconsciously under this look.
"I told you, not just anyone can enter here. Let's go!" The security guard repeated this sentence as if to cheer himself up.
Olga laughed in anger. From childhood to adulthood, even her boss had never spoken to her like this.
Just when the security guard thought Olga was going to make trouble, he saw the little devil with the fierce eyes turn around and leave.
While feeling relieved, the security guard also felt a bit proud. He honked in the direction Olga left, as if to show off his "victory."
*
Olga went to the parking lot and saw the low-level member of the organization who was assigned to act as a driver sitting in the car waiting to take Olga home after the exam, so that his mission would be completely completed.
The moment he saw Olga coming back, the driver was startled and quickly turned off the variety show playing on his mobile phone screen, as if he had done something terrible wrong and was caught on the spot.
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