Chapter 170: Unfair! Rescore!

"No! I do not agree with this score! How on earth did all of you grade this!"

Seeing the final score displayed on the giant screen, Feng Chun was dumbfounded, the corners of her mouth twitching incessantly. She had already given Mu Ran such a low score!

How could that little bitch still win this match?!

Feng Chun was filled with resentment, fury, and even a burgeoning hatred!

She had always wanted to control Mu Ran; she had that thought years ago, and she still had it now. She had finally managed to catch an opportunity—how could she possibly fail?!

She stood up and flung the score sheet in her hand with all her might.

The score sheet slid down the ski slope, coming to a halt right at Mu Ran's feet.

"What is this? Was this thrown down by that old hag Feng Chun? Is she having another episode?"

Mu Ran curled her lips, her foxy eyes narrowing slightly. She took off her gloves, revealing slender, fair fingers, and picked up the booklet from the boy beside her. "I really must thank her. Coach Feng actually gave me a six."

Shao Ping was momentarily speechless.

Given Mu Ran's strength, who would dare give her such a low score?!

An eight would already be considered stingy!

Of course, that crazy woman Feng Chun was an exception.

Mu Ran languidly closed the score booklet and tossed it aside casually.

The entire sequence of movements carried a casual yet wicked charm.

The woman arched her brows slightly, her eyes brimming with playful amusement, while a breathtaking, derisive sneer played upon her red lips.

She looked up toward the very top of the ski slope in the distance, watching Feng Chun, who was losing her mind on the platform.

"Score me again! I seriously doubt the credibility of this score! Mu Ran must have colluded with the others! Mu Ran is a thoroughly filthy person!"

Feng Chun pointed a finger at the pale face of the host, spraying saliva everywhere.

Had the host not dodged slightly, Feng Chun's saliva would have landed squarely on her face.

The host had hosted countless events of all sizes, but she had never encountered such a maniacal and unhinged woman.

And this woman was actually the head coach of the national team!

One could only imagine the dilapidated state of Hua Nation's national team nowadays.

"Coach Feng, you are going too far. This is a live broadcast, please mind your words!"

The host's face darkened, her tone serious and low, her aura gradually growing more formidable.

Tolerating Feng Chun until now was purely a matter of her professional ethics.

That did not mean she had no temper.

Their big boss at SY was being insulted with such vicious words by this sharp-tongued, self-important old woman who traded on her seniority!

The host could no longer tolerate it, nor did she wish to.

"Coach Feng, this competition is completely fair and impartial. President Mu has not colluded with any other athletes. If there is only one unfair thing here, it is you—you are the one who maliciously gave President Mu a low score."

"None of us know what your motives are, but Coach Feng, as a judge representing the face of your national team in this live-streamed competitive variety show, do you think it is appropriate for you to act like a lunatic in front of millions of viewers?"

"Coach Feng, the international competition we originally invited did not feature you; you shamelessly elbowed your way in to replace that judge! Either you perform your duties as a judge properly, or you pack up and crawl back from wherever you came from!"

SY's signed artists were no pushovers.

The host possessed top-tier eloquence, delivering blistering criticism without a single vulgar word.

For Feng Chun to insult their boss meant crossing the absolute bottom line of all SY employees and artists!

"You! How dare you speak to me like this! What kind of little bitch crawled out from nowhere? You've really gotten too big for your boots!"

Feng Chun had not expected this mild-mannered and timid little host to be so sharp-tongued.

Her face flushed red with anger, her whole body trembling, her fists clenched tight. Looking at the host's righteous and indignant face, she was reminded of how Mu Ran used to stand up to her in the past!

How could Feng Chun ever endure someone being so ignorant of propriety and daring to defy her right before her eyes?

"I'll beat you to death! Shameless little bitch! Speaking up for Mu Ran, I'll beat you to death!"

Feng Chun raised her hand and lunged to grab the host's hair.

The host's heart skipped a beat, and she ducked aside in terror.

"You dare dodge?"

Feng Chun's vicious eyes locked onto the host's pretty face; she wanted to tear it to shreds!

"Cut the live stream!" Suddenly, she whirled around, pointing a finger at the cameraman, baring her teeth as she roared, "Cut it!"

*Bang—*

A dark figure flashed onto the ski slope platform.

He slowly withdrew his foot, his sharp, profound gaze sweeping over Feng Chun as she tumbled down the ski slope.

"Disgusting."

Gu Beicheng slightly parted his thin lips, a murderous intent flashing through his eyes.

"Ah—"

Feng Chun's entire body rolled downward uncontrollably.

The ski slope was hard-packed ice. The agony of the high-speed descent, combined with the excruciating pain in her waist from being kicked, assaulted Feng Chun's nervous system.

Her vision blurred; she had no idea when this rolling would ever end.

*Bang—*

Feng Chun's somewhat plump body collided heavily with the foam safety barrier. "It hurts... my waist..."

Covered in snow from head to toe, the woman's lips turned pale as she trembled. She forced her eyes open, and her vision gradually cleared.

It was Mu Ran.

Mu Ran was standing right in front of her!

"Get away from me! Bitch!"

A wave of terror surged into her heart, and Feng Chun instinctively felt her whole body go numb—danger was imminent.

Enduring the tremors, she propped herself up with both hands, trying desperately to stand, but her legs were completely devoid of sensation, forcing her to collapse back onto the ground.

"Where does it hurt, Coach Feng?"

That eerie, chilling voice came from directly above Feng Chun. "Go away! Stay away from me!"

"Weren't you acting all high and mighty just a moment ago?"

"Who kicked her down anyway?"

"It looks like Gu Beicheng, the CEO of Chengxing!"

"So the one acting like a lunatic on stage just now was him? Why is she acting so timid now?"

"Didn't she just accuse us of playing favorites and colluding with Mu Mu?"

"Hah, who else is as filthy as her, giving Mu Mu such a low score?"

Athletes from various countries gathered outside the foam barrier, chiming in one after another, their words dripping with absolute contempt and ridicule.

"Feng Chun, how should I ever repay you?"

The woman's voice was ethereal, laced with a wicked murderous aura.

Feng Chun forced her head up, compelling herself to stay calm and not be afraid of the woman before her. She was just a bitch! A useless bitch!

Focusing her eyes with her chest heaving violently, Feng Chun spoke, her voice trembling—whether from terror or rage, it was impossible to tell: "Mu Ran! Mu Mu! Back then, it was you! You drove my prized pupil to despair, destroying her Olympic dreams, and she committed suicide! She died! She could never ski again, and it's all your fault! All your fault!"

Feng Chun's angry voice struck like a hammer against the hearts of everyone around her.

"Your prized pupil? Oh, you mean Li Xue, the one who took a massive amount of banned substances right before the Olympic qualifiers."

"She didn't take banned substances!"

Mu Ran curled her lips, gently bending down. She blinked her watery foxy eyes, a cold light flashing from within them. "Right, not banned substances. It was drugs."

"Who gave her the drugs then, Coach Feng? I'm quite curious."

Everyone caught the hidden meaning behind the woman's words.

Could it be that Feng Chun had fed drugs to her own disciple?

If that were true, it would be far too vicious and ruthless!

"You're talking nonsense! You're the one who stole her spot! That's why she jumped from the building and killed herself!"

Feng Chun reached out to claw at Mu Ran's face, but grasped only empty air.

*Bang—*

A kick landed squarely on Feng Chun's face.

Fresh blood instantly poured from the old woman's lips, nose, and eyes, dripping onto the snow.

The spectators watching the spectacle retreated in disgust, continuing to watch the drama unfold.

"Feng Chun, I'm warning you, don't provoke me. Your delusions need treating. If you don't want to get treatment, go die—stop bothering me."

To unleash her athletic potential before the competition, Li Xue had taken drugs, resulting in hallucinations that led her to jump from a building to her death.

It had nothing to do with Mu Ran.

Nor had Mu Ran (Mu Mu) stolen that woman's spot.

Because given Mu Ran's strength at the time, not a single female freestyle skier in the country could match her as an opponent.

"How dare you hit me?!" Feng Chun raised a hand and wiped her nose; the palmful of fresh blood made her dizzy.

Mu Ran had been expelled from the national team because of the Li Xue incident.

No one besides herself knew that Li Xue had taken drugs and committed suicide.

How on earth did Mu Ran know?

"Because I can read your filthy soul."

Hearing Feng Chun's shrill, exhausted screams, Mu Ran offered her a cold smile. Her expression was as merciless and chilling as a venomous snow lotus blooming atop a snowy peak.

Dangerous, and utterly untouchable.

On the large platform at the very top of the ski slope:

The host glanced at the man who was narrowing his eyes and gazing toward Mu Ran with a powerful aura. Taking a deep breath, she smiled directly into the live broadcast camera: "Since certain individuals have objections to the scores given to Mu Ran and Shao Ping, let us invite our trump card—Nan Yang—to the stage to judge!"

"Nan Yang?!" Mu Ran whipped her head around, looking toward Gu Beicheng's direction.

For some reason, the look the man cast her way was playful and full of hidden meaning.

This man had finally remembered to help her find Nan Yang!

Her idol! She was here!

Mu Ran waved to Shao Ping and eagerly hurried toward the elevator.

The live chat screen scrolled wildly—

[Nan Yang?! Nan Yang!]

[The world-class freestyle skiing Grand Slam winner! Nan Yang!]

[Did you guys know? Nan Yang is Mu Mu's idol.]

[Oh my god! Gu Beicheng invited Nan Yang over? Isn't he just bringing a love rival upon himself?]

[Nan Yang isn't very good-looking, is he...]

[Yeah, full of a big beard, he probably won't pose any threat to Gu Beicheng!]

[What if Mu Ran happens to like that type?]

[Hey upstairs, are you alright? If you're bored, go eat a preserved plum!]