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Chapter 33 Kyle and his teammates, along with all the other Library Olympians, were allowed to sleep in the next morning, because thanks to the surprise poolside contest, there would be only one game played that day. Of course, Kyle didn't want to sleep in. He wanted to get back in the arena ASAP and retake the lead. He didn't like being tied with Marjory Muldauer. He didn't like knowing his team had lost the poolside pop quiz because he'd blurted out the

第二天早上，凯尔和他的队友们，以及所有其他参加图书馆奥林匹克运动会的人，被允许睡个好觉，因为多亏了泳池边的意外比赛，那天只有一场比赛。 当然，凯尔不想睡懒觉。 他想尽快回到赛场，重新取得领先。 他不喜欢和玛乔丽·穆尔道尔打成一团。 他不喜欢知道他的队伍输掉了泳池边的突击测验因为他脱口而出

wrong answer and hadn't let Sierra say the right one. He also didn't like being this close to losing. Kyle and Miguel were sitting in the Olympia Village dining room, pushing the bobbing yellow marshmallows around in their Lucky Lemoncello Lumps cereal bowls. "Sorry about blowing it last night," he said to Miguel. "Don't apologize to me. Tell Sierra." "I will. But now we still have to win two of the last three games." "Not necessarily, bro. If one of the teams with no medals or just one medal beats us, we're still in a tie with—" "Miguel?" Kyle snapped. "We need to win two more games." "Yo. Ease up, Kyle." "Ease up? If we lose this thing, do you know what people are going to say about us? That we just got lucky the first time. That Charles Chiltington probably would've won the escape

错误的答案，没有让西拉说出正确的答案。 他也不喜欢离输球这么近。 凯尔和米格尔正坐在奥林匹亚村的餐厅里，推着他们的幸运柠檬大提琴块麦片碗里晃动的黄色棉花糖。 “对不起，昨晚搞砸了。”他对米格尔说。 “别跟我道歉。告诉山脉。” “我会的。但现在我们仍然需要赢得最后三场比赛中的两场。” “不一定，兄弟。如果一个没有奖牌或只有一枚奖牌的球队打败了我们，我们仍然和——”“米格尔?”凯尔厉声说。 “我们需要再赢两场比赛。” “哟。放松点，凯尔。”“放松? 如果我们输了，你知道人们会怎么说我们吗? 我们只是第一次运气好而已。 查尔斯·齐廷顿很可能会成功越狱

game if Mr. Lemoncello hadn't kicked him out on a technicality." "Yeah. They might say that. Or they might say, 'You win some, you lose some.' But what counts is how you play the game." "Well, I am not playing to lose, Miguel." "Hey, neither am I. And I'm not playing alone." "I know. And we need you to step it up a little." "What?" "You're the only member of our team who hasn't won a single medal." "Gee, Kyle, thanks for reminding me." "Have you guys seen Marjory Muldauer?" asked Akimi as she and Sierra joined the boys at the breakfast table. "I like to keep my eye on our competition at all times." "What about all these other kids?" said Sierra, gesturing to the tables filled with the country's top young bibliophiles. "They're our competition, too."

如果莱蒙切罗先生没有因为技术问题把他赶出比赛的话。” “是啊。他们可能会这么说。 或者他们可能会说，‘有得也有失。’但重要的是你如何玩这个游戏。” “好吧，米格尔，我不是想输。” “嘿，我也不是，而且我不是一个人玩的。” “我知道。我们需要你再加把劲。” “什么?”“你是我们队里唯一一个没拿过奖牌的人。” “嘿，凯尔，谢谢你提醒我。” “你们看到玛乔丽·穆尔道尔了吗?”当她和西拉加入男孩们的早餐餐桌时，阿基米问道。 “我喜欢时刻关注我们的竞争对手。” “那其他的孩子怎么办?”塞拉指着坐满了全国顶尖青年藏书家的桌子说。 “他们也是我们的竞争对手。”

Akimi blew that off with a wave of her hand. "Come on, Sierra. Little Miss Library from Michigan has won every single one of the Midwest team's medals for them. She's our only real threat. Especially if Kyle keeps hogging the ball and missing his shots." Kyle sighed. "I'm really sorry about shouting out the wrong answer last night, Sierra." "Apology accepted," said Sierra. "Next time, maybe you could, I don't know, trust me?" Kyle nodded. "Definitely." Akimi craned her neck and checked out all the other tables. "So where is Marjory?" "She went to the library early," said Andrew Peckleman, who was rolling a rubber barrel between tables to collect people's breakfast trash. "She wanted to do some studying, so my uncle drove her over there." "What's she studying?" asked Kyle. "How to beat you," whined Andrew. "And how's she going to do that, Andrew? What'd she find to study at the library when none

明美一挥手就把这句话吹走了。 “来吧，塞拉。来自密歇根的库尔小姐为中西部队赢得了每一枚奖牌。 她是我们唯一真正的威胁。 尤其是如果凯尔一直霸占球，投篮不进的话。” 凯尔叹了口气。“我真的很抱歉昨晚喊错了答案，塞拉。” “我接受你的道歉，”塞拉说。 “下次，也许你可以，我不知道，相信我吧?”凯尔点点头。 “肯定”。秋美伸长了脖子，查看了所有其他的桌子。 “玛乔丽在哪儿?”“她很早就去了图书馆，”安德鲁·佩克曼(Andrew Peckleman)说，他正在桌子之间滚动一个橡皮桶，收集人们的早餐垃圾。 “她想学习，所以我叔叔开车送她去那里。” “她在学什么?”凯尔问。 “怎么打败你?”安德鲁抱怨道。 “她要怎么做呢，安德鲁?” 她在图书馆找了什么可学的呢

of us even know what the tenth game is going to be?" "I don't know. Do I look like a mind reader?" "No, Andrew, I'd say you look like a garbage man." "Kyle?" said Sierra, shaking her head. "That wasn't nice." "In fact," said Akimi, "it was downright nasty." "Yeah," said Miguel, with his arms crossed over his chest. "What is with you today?" "Sorry, Andrew," said Kyle. "I'm just a little on edge." "Well, you should be," said Andrew, adjusting his goggle glasses. "Because Marjory Muldauer is going to kick your butt, and I can't wait to watch her kicking it. Now, if you will excuse me, I have more garbage to collect." Andrew pushed his barrel away. Akimi glared at Kyle. Sierra stirred her cereal. Miguel shook his head.

我们甚至不知道第十场比赛会是什么样子?”“我不知道。 我看起来像会读心术的人吗?”“不，安德鲁，我会说你看起来像个清洁工。” “凯尔?”西拉摇着头说。 “这可不好。”“事实上，”明美说，“那简直太恶心了。” “是的，”米格尔说，双臂交叉在胸前。 “你今天怎么啦?”“对不起，安德鲁，”凯尔说。 “我只是有点紧张。” “嗯，你应该感到害怕。”安德鲁说着，调整了一下他的护目镜。 “因为玛乔丽·穆尔道尔会把你揍得屁滚尿流，我都等不及看她揍你了。 现在，如果你不介意的话，我还有更多的垃圾要收。” 安德鲁推开了他的木桶。 阿基米怒视着凯尔。西拉搅拌着她的麦片。 米格尔摇了摇头。

"Andrew's a decent guy, Kyle," said Miguel, sounding disappointed. "He didn't deserve that." "I know. I'm sorry. We just really, really need to win today's game—whatever it is."

“安德鲁是个正派的人，凯尔。”米格尔失望地说。 “他不应该这样。”“我知道。 我很抱歉。我们真的，真的需要赢得今天的比赛，不管是什么。”