"Bro, you don’t get it. This is high-level green tea tactics, stirring up relationships without making a sound, something you straight guys can’t see."
Bianca White certainly doesn’t want her favorite cousin to stand on July Quinn’s side, so she promptly categorizes July Quinn as a tea art master.
Honestly, if it weren’t for knowing about July Quinn’s cliff fall today, Roman Kidd might have truly believed Bianca White’s words.
After all, Bianca’s tone was so certain.
But having personally experienced the cliff fall with July Quinn and witnessed her climb up from below without even shouting ’ouch,’ pretending as if nothing happened, Roman Kidd developed a genuine admiration for this young girl, making it harder to accept Bianca’s smear against her.
"Bianca, she really didn’t use any tactics; she’s not that kind of person, and she wouldn’t stoop to that."
While clarifying for July Quinn, Roman Kidd’s gaze still followed July’s gradually receding figure.
By now, July Quinn and Kyle Keaton had both walked out of the shooting range.
Kyle Keaton was still chasing July Quinn, asking, "How exactly did you get injured?"
"I tripped," July Quinn continued walking in front, unconcerned.
But her explanation didn’t satisfy Kyle Keaton.
He kept roaring from behind, "Tripping can injure your fingers like that? Then trip once more for me to see!"
Later, as they walked farther and farther away, so far that their figures became dots and disappeared, Roman Kidd finally withdrew his gaze.
Behind him, Bianca White was still earnestly instilling the idea that "July Quinn is a green tea b*tch."
"Bro, you don’t understand women. I’ve seen tactics like July Quinn’s a lot; advancing by retreating, playing weak, acting pitiful, to lead straight men by the nose."
Roman Kidd was just about to refute Bianca White when he heard an exclamation from Victor Hawthorne.
"Damn, it seems like my dad won this round."
Roman Kidd, Bianca White, and everyone else’s attention were immediately drawn to Victor Hawthorne, who was looking at a target ten meters away through a telescope.
"Impossible, right? July Quinn doesn’t even know how to use the trigger or aim, yet she managed to beat Bianca?"
"Master Hawthorne, you can’t favor her just because you’re close with July Quinn."
Many had already voiced suspicion first.
Victor Hawthorne was slightly irritated, "I’m not biased. This shooting range has professional electronic display equipment; wait for me to have it activated."
Earlier, Bianca White’s shots were spaced out, allowing time to confirm and broadcast the scores with a telescope.
But July Quinn fired ten shots consecutively, leaving no time for others to check her performance.
Additionally, July’s various actions before the match led people to assume she was hopeless, so no one cared about her scores at all.
Victor Hawthorne originally didn’t have much hope for his dad in this match but was unwilling to see his dad lose to others.
While others debated whether his dad was intentionally showing small wounds to relatives, he secretly took a look through the telescope.
If the loss was miserable, he would have the targets collected to prevent anyone from laughing at his dad. Dıscover more novels at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
But Victor never expected his dad to give him such a pleasant surprise.
A quick glance showed his dad’s ten consecutive shots almost all hit the bullseye.
With that, Victor naturally wanted to help his dad show off.
As he spoke, Victor had already phoned to activate the electronic display equipment.
At this moment, the telescope in Victor’s hand was suddenly snatched by Bianca White, who positioned it before her own eyes.
"Impossible! She hasn’t even touched a gun, doesn’t know how to use the aim; how could she..." beat me, Bianca!
But before Bianca could finish her sentence, she seemed to be shocked into silence.