Chapter 98: Chapter 97: Crisp Slap, Headache for the Principal
John Sinclair saw her speak, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Then let Xyler show you a demonstration, what do you think?"
Rae Zander trembled, letting Isabella Xyler demonstrate would probably not be so simple.
She clenched her palms and refused, "No need, I’ll do it myself."
Just as she finished speaking.
Isabella Xyler sighed regretfully, "I thought I could get some exercise."
The students nearby twitched hard at her words, you call slapping someone exercise?
"In that case, let’s begin." John Sinclair toyed with the microphone in his hand, looking at them coldly.
Seeing this, Rae Zander had no choice but to bite her lip and say to the person in front of her, "I’m sorry."
Before Olivia Song could react, a slap with a gust of wind landed directly on her face, followed by a crisp sound.
She looked at Rae Zander in disbelief, she never expected that something agreed to be just acting would end up being real.
Rae Zander looked down at her hand, without thinking she knew how bad Olivia’s expression must be now.
At this moment.
John Sinclair laughed indifferently twice, "Tsk tsk, that was a heavy hand, her face is swollen, maybe you’ve wanted to do this for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Rae Zander raised her head sharply, her eyes filled with hatred as she stared at him.
"Stop trying to instigate trouble here, my relationship with Olivia won’t be shaken by this."
Her voice was sharp, as if reassuring herself at the same time.
After speaking, her gaze turned to someone in the audience, "Claire Green, are you satisfied?"
Claire Green chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes, "If you’re not satisfied, should we go again?"
Upon hearing this, Olivia Song’s hand froze as it covered her face, she looked over with tears in her eyes, sobbing, "Claire, I know you’re mad at me, that’s why you used me as a stake in your bet with Rae."
"Mad," Claire Green repeated, her eyes cold and chilling.
Her tone was defiant and disdainful, "Who do you think you are, worth getting mad over."
Hiss.
Everyone inhaled sharply at the same time, the playground fell silent.
"Enough, all of you come to my office."
Finally.
The nearby teacher couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted, the voice carrying across the entire playground without a microphone.
Claire Green lazily retorted, "Teacher, your voice is quite loud, have you trained?"
Pfft.
Someone accidentally laughed out loud, quickly covering their mouth, their body trembling with suppressed laughter.
...
The group was directly taken to the principal’s office.
Seeing the familiar faces, Thomas Ziegler raised a hand to rub his brow, wondering what mischief the young nobles were up to now.
"Principal Long, what is this?"
Charles Long, with an ugly expression, recounted what happened on the playground and ended, displeased, "Principal, this time they must receive a major demerit."
"Principal, in this matter, Olivia and I are the victims. If they hadn’t pressured us, this wouldn’t have happened."
Rae Zander immediately accused, shifting all the blame onto Claire Green and the others.
After listening, Thomas Ziegler was quite troubled, his gaze unintentionally drifting toward the girl, as if saying, can’t you just be quiet for once.
Meeting his gaze, Claire Green raised an eyebrow, her red lips curled up, "Principal, is there something you wanted?"
Thomas Ziegler was startled, not expecting her to suddenly speak.
After composing himself, he spoke earnestly, "Claire, you’re in your final year now, and soon you’ll be facing the college entrance exam. Why can’t you focus on your studies instead of causing trouble every day?"
John Sinclair sneered, "Principal, there seems to be a problem with what you said. Our Miss Green doesn’t need to study to ace all subjects; on the other hand, someone’s grades are dropping rapidly."
"Exactly, and what’s with causing trouble? If those people hadn’t provoked her first, Miss Green wouldn’t even spare them a glance."
Thomas Ziegler was rendered speechless by the two’s words, finding his voice only after a while, "Fine, let’s not mention her, but what about the rest of you? Do you think you can all get into Capital University or Seastream?"
His gaze swept over each of them as he continued, "Since you all can’t, why not focus on studying? I know you’re wealthy, but is that money earned by you personally? If you want to inherit the group, studying is the key."
After a moment of silence, Isabella Xyler chuckled softly, "Why can’t we? It’s just Capital University, is it that difficult?"
Looking at her, Thomas Ziegler remembered that she was also good in her studies, unable to suppress a twitch of his face.
Then, John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn chimed in.
"It’s just a company, I’ve been involved in projects for 800 years, with plenty of achievements."
"Exactly, Principal, that’s not quite right."
Claire Green said nonchalantly, "Principal, are you satisfied with that answer?"
What do you think?
Thomas Ziegler felt his face sting as if being slapped repeatedly. It truly hurt.
In the end, Thomas Ziegler let them go under Charles Long’s astonished gaze, assigning them the task of writing a 10,000-word reflection paper. As for the demerit, considering the circumstances, he decided to let it go.
After they left, Charles Long voiced his disagreement, "Such a big issue and you’re just letting them off with a reflection paper."
Upon hearing this, Thomas Ziegler replied calmly, "And what would you suggest? A major demerit would go on their record. Surely you’re aware of the families backing them."
The main point being that some of the board members are among them, and it would be like kicking a steel plate to issue a demerit.
With Thomas Ziegler’s reminder, Charles Long realized the situation, breaking out in cold sweat.
That was close.
...
"Miss Green, did I do well today?"
As soon as they returned to the classroom, John Sinclair eagerly spoke up.
He looked at Claire Green expectantly, as if he had a wagging tail behind him.
Claire Green tossed him a candy, speaking casually, "Not bad, worthy of praise."
John Sinclair was satisfied, waving the candy in front of Sebastian Winn and Isabella Xyler, the expression on his face particularly punchable to the two.
"A candy from Miss Green, you two can be envious now."
Yet before he could celebrate, he saw Claire Green pull out two candies and give them to the other two.
John Sinclair was momentarily dumbfounded, suddenly feeling the candy in his hand wasn’t sweet anymore.
Noticing his expression, Sebastian Winn clicked his tongue, "Candy from Miss Green is indeed something."
"Fatty, your face seems like it doesn’t want to recover."
John Sinclair’s expression grew sinister as he stared at him, flashing a dangerous smile.
Suddenly.
Several boys came over carrying a box.
"Sinclair, here’s your stuff."
"Set it down, I’ll treat you to a feast next time."
Hearing this, the group of boys was as happy as children, "Thanks, Sinclair."
"Just for a meal, why are they acting like they’ve been injected with adrenaline?" Isabella Xyler looked puzzled.
"That’s because whenever Sinclair treats, the place is always upscale," Sebastian Winn began to explain to her.
John Sinclair chuckled devilishly, bending down to eagerly examine a video camera.
Claire Green, propping her chin with her pale hand, raised an eyebrow seeing the thing in his hand, "Recorded?"
"Yeah, and it’s all-around, no dead angles," John Sinclair said proudly, "Doesn’t she want fame? I’ll help her out, let her..."
Before he finished speaking.
Claire Green’s languid voice was heard, "Erase it."