The Showdown

Alvin's words caused a stir among the players below.

Gwen, who was bold enough to step forward, was still wearing yesterday's outfit: a tight green T-shirt and a short skirt.

With all eyes on her, Gwen lifted her chin, a little excited, and called out to Alvin, "What are we supposed to do? Yesterday really wasn't our fault..."

Alvin narrowed his eyes and smiled at the bold yet annoying little girl. "That has nothing to do with the Cheerleading Squad.

"This is a special event for the Wolves.

"You cheerleaders, hurry up and change into your uniforms, then get your butts to the Detention Room and copy the school motto."

Gwen was so angry at Alvin's unreasonable attitude that her nose nearly twisted sideways. She put her hands on her hips and snapped, "We're part of the team too! The way you're treating us is completely unfair. This is tyranny!"

Alvin raised an eyebrow at the indignant Gwen. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Just for walking around school dressed like that, you deserve to spend a lifetime in the Detention Room.

"But since you say you're part of the team, fine, you can take part too. First, go put on your uniforms."

Alvin glanced at the agitated players and smiled. "Impatience isn't a good habit. You should've let me finish.

"Gwen, you took the lead. You'd better not regret it!"

Peter rushed out, holding the restless Ginny, and grabbed Gwen, who was about to say more. He had a bad feeling Gwen had done something stupid.

At the sight of Frank's knife-sharp gaze, Peter let go of Gwen's arm as if he'd been electrocuted. Stammering, he said, "This, this is a misunderstanding..."

Ginny pinched Peter's nose and called out to Gwen with a grin. "It's over. Peter's nose