RMWDS -Chapter 177 Coach Fang from Donglan

The interpreter choked slightly at being called “Young Master Fu,” but quickly regained his arrogant demeanor. Puffing out his chest, he said confidently, “Of course! Our U.S. team has plenty of money. As long as you can solve the accommodation issue, price is no problem!”

Coach Hawkins of the U.S. team added, “What’s your price?”

It was a simple sentence—simple enough that even Miao Yunyou, who had failed her English Level 6 exam three times, could understand it.

So she replied just as straightforwardly in English: “One hundred million.”

Hawkins and the interpreter were both stunned, their faces full of disbelief, as if they had just heard something utterly absurd.

After a while, the interpreter finally came back to his senses. Trembling with anger, he pointed at Miao Yunyou and growled, “Are you crazy?! Have you considered the international impact? If this gets out, even your own people will point fingers at you and call you a profiteer!”

Miao Yunyou shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. There was even a hint of smugness in her expression as she replied in a playful yet confident tone, “Really? I don’t think so. I’m this amazing—of course my people will dote on me. They’ll just think I’m outstanding and motivated. Way too impressive~”

Luo Xinglan nodded, feeling that the leader’s words made perfect sense. Everyone should naturally dote on their leader!

Su Yutang couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

The interpreter, trembling, translated everything to Hawkins. The two of them fell into silence at the same time.

This was too outrageous. They were used to being dominant everywhere they went—praised and accommodated by others. They had never expected the person in charge on the Chinese side to have such a… style.

At that moment, the door of a nearby guest room suddenly clicked open.

A slender woman with Chinese features stepped out.

She looked to be around thirty, dressed in a slightly worn but clean dark tracksuit. Her figure was slim, yet her back was straight. Her face was plain and calm—no elaborate makeup, no luxurious clothing—but she gave off a gentle yet resolute presence, like a stone in the mountains: understated, yet unyielding.

Clearly disturbed by the noise, she glanced calmly at the arguing group and spoke in smooth, standard Chinese, her tone gentle and composed: “Excuse me, what’s going on? You’re disturbing our team members’ rest.”

Miao Yunyou was slightly taken aback.

The accommodation area was filled with foreign teams—why was there a Chinese person here? A translator?

Su Yutang quietly reminded her, “That’s the coach of Donglan—Fang He. She’s Chinese.”

Donglan… Miao Yunyou had heard of it—one of the poorest countries in Southeast Asia, plagued by long-term conflict, scarce resources, and weak sports development.

The interpreter’s eyes lit up instantly upon seeing Fang He, as if he had found the perfect target. Putting on a condescending, patronizing expression, he said smugly, “I know about Donglan. Small country, poor, limited funding. Your team members probably haven’t even stayed in a five-star hotel, right?I’ll give you a great deal—You give us your rooms, and we’ll pay you a generous sum. We can even buy you a new set of training equipment. For you, this is an opportunity you’d be lucky to have.”

His tone carried undisguised contempt and arrogance, as if it were only natural for a poor country to be tempted by money.

But Fang He’s reaction was completely beyond his expectations.

Her expression remained calm throughout—no anger, no excitement, not a trace of humility or temptation. She simply raised her eyes slightly, her gaze steady, and spoke in a light yet firm voice, every word clear and unyielding:

“No need. We won’t exchange.”

The interpreter froze, clearly not expecting such a direct refusal. The smugness on his face stiffened. Unwilling to give up, he raised the offer again:

“Are you sure? We can increase the price—double it, even more. Think about it.”

“No need.” Fang He stood upright, her gaze steady, her tone firm without the slightest hint of compromise. “The rooms were allocated to us by the organizing committee. We are entitled to stay here. There is no need for exchange, nor do we need extra money. Donglan may not be as strong as your country, but in terms of dignity, we are equal. There is no hierarchy of worth. We also have our own pride. We will not accept this kind of insulting charity just because we are poor.”

She paused slightly, her expression calm yet carrying a faint edge, and added word by word:

“As for personal character—there are indeed highs and lows. People can judge that for themselves.”

After saying that, she gave a polite nod to Miao Yunyou, Luo Xinglan, and Su Yutang, then turned and went back into her room, gently closing the door.

From beginning to end, she remained composed and dignified—neither humble nor agitated in the slightest.

Coach Hawkins and the interpreter’s faces turned alternately pale and flushed with anger. Their chests rose and fell, but they couldn’t find any grounds to argue back. In the end, they could only glare viciously before storming off in frustration.

Thus, the farce came to an end.

After walking some distance away—far enough not to disturb the accommodation area—Miao Yunyou blinked and said with admiration, “That Donglan coach… she’s quite something.”

Su Yutang let out a long breath and couldn’t help but praise softly, “Coach Fang is truly impressive.”

Luo Xinglan suddenly said to Miao Yunyou, “She’s the strongest person here.”

“Huh?” Miao Yunyou and Su Yutang froze at the same time.

Su Yutang asked in disbelief, “You mean… among all the coaches and athletes here, she’s the strongest?”

Luo Xinglan nodded. “Mm.”

Miao Yunyou naturally trusted Luo Xinglan’s professional judgment without question, but she was still curious: “Then what level is she, roughly?”