Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Sister Qi’s Lesson, Let the Drilling Begin
"What? Let Olivia teach the class, Grace, has the principal agreed?"
Sebastian looked at the person on the podium with shock, hoping to find any hint of humor in her expression.
Grace nodded, "Claire Green, what do you think?"
With that.
Everyone tacitly turned their heads, looking expectantly at the girl.
If Olivia teaches the class, maybe they really could make a comeback.
After all, they actually understood what Olivia just explained.
Feeling everyone’s gaze, Claire Green raised an eyebrow slightly, "Grace thinks I’m very free."
"The capable should do more. I heard you already planned to tutor John Sinclair and Sebastian; tutoring them together with the group is also tutoring, right." Grace spoke lightly with a faint smile, her face showing a determined expression.
At this point, Isabella Xyler couldn’t help but chime in, "Olivia, I think Grace is right, let’s study together and improve together."
Even the usually carefree John Sinclair was serious at this moment, "Olivia, I always remember your saying that there are no useless people. Since that’s the case, why not help them? Whether they can understand, and how much they can understand, is up to them."
Everyone said their part, even using her words to persuade her, as if she’d be guilty if she didn’t agree. Claire Green was momentarily speechless.
Her lazy gaze swept over the group, she spoke unhurriedly, "I can teach the class as long as everything goes according to my rules."
Seeing her agree, everyone’s nervous hearts finally relaxed.
"Olivia, don’t worry, from today on, when you say ’one,’ we definitely won’t say ’two.’"
"Absolutely, everything depends on Olivia."
Grace smiled with satisfaction, "Claire Green, looking forward to the surprise you’re going to bring to the school."
Upon hearing this.
Everyone saw a faint smile appear on Claire Green’s cold face, and before they could process it, a mischievous voice suddenly rang out.
"In that case, everyone will start with ten sets of papers now, Grace, could you please get them?"
What, ten sets of papers?
Everyone in class six was stunned, staring at her in disbelief.
Olivia was planning to make them write papers indefinitely.
Grace ignored those desperate expressions, happily walked out, and when she came back, she was pulling a small cart stacked full of test papers.
"Claire Green, here are all the subject papers. If it’s not enough, just tell me, I think the teachers will be happy to provide more."
With that.
Everyone’s expressions turned to despair, Grace really didn’t want them to survive, Olivia says ten sets, she brought a full cart, and even said there could be more if needed.
Claire Green froze for a moment at the sight of the cart, then her smile grew even more wicked, "Alright, everyone come up and get your papers."
The crowd groaned, dragging their feet mechanically to grab the papers.
Even John Sinclair and the others were no exception; they initially wanted Olivia to take the whole class, but never expected her to pull such a move.
"Oh, we haven’t eaten," Claire Green laughed coolly, "and you’re already like this after just picking up a paper, aren’t you going to cry outright later."
Upon hearing this, everyone shivered, speeding up considerably.
The commotion in class six piqued the curiosity of the neighboring class.
Why are they making such a fuss here not attending classes at this time?
The teacher of class five walked over and was surprised to see a group of people queueing to get papers, "Teacher Grace, what method are you using that makes this group of students write papers."
Grace waved her hand, smiling, "It’s not me, as you know, they’re quite mischievous, how could I control them."
"Then what’s this?" he gestured with his chin.
"I’ve already discussed it with the principal; from now on, Claire Green will teach class six, and she’s the one making everyone write these papers."
Hearing this, the class five teacher was taken aback, what a joke, letting a student teach, aren’t they afraid of ruining class six?
"Teacher Grace sure is bold."
Leaving behind a seemingly sarcastic comment, he returned to class five.
Watching him go, Grace wasn’t angry; having a student teach was indeed an absurd matter, but now, as the college entrance exams approach, except for a few, class six’s scores were not ideal.
Now it’s up to Claire Green to see what she can teach them.
Not long after, everyone’s desk was piled with papers, Claire Green slightly smiled, "Let’s begin, all questions must be answered, whether right or wrong, understand?"
"Yes," everyone responded weakly, beginning to bow their heads to write the papers.
Until the dismissal bell rang, everyone finally raised their heads joyfully from the papers, but barely had two seconds to celebrate when a cold voice extinguished their excitement.
"Keep going."
John Sinclair weakly uttered, "Olivia, everyone is dismissed, why don’t we continue tomorrow!"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes were hopeful.
Claire Green lowered her eyes, her voice indifferent with unclear intent, "Okay, double it tomorrow."
Once the words fell.
No one dared speak again, resigning to their fate and continuing their papers.
Isabella Xyler cautiously glanced at the girl sitting at the podium playing games, then bowed her head and quickly sent a message.
...
"Julian, Iris Estate and Hyacinth have been quite radical recently, Jacob’s instigating sure played out nicely."
Mason Quinn lay with his hands behind his head, long legs stretched out on the coffee table, exuding a gloating aura.
"Indeed, now Cook wishes he could lock Jacob inside, but lacks evidence, grating his teeth every day," George Xyler said amusingly.
Julian Sia’s pupils carried a faint smile, speaking lightly, "This is good too, perhaps it will aid his circulation."
"Ha."
Mason Quinn couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
Circulation, if Cook knew about Julian’s comment, he’d probably want to grab a gun.
Suddenly.
Julian Sia’s phone chimed, glancing at the message on the screen, he slightly raised an eyebrow.
[Julian, urgent help needed, come to the school and bring Olivia back.]
George Xyler noted his subtle reaction and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s up?"
Julian Sia, with a faint smile, placed the phone on the coffee table, "See for yourself."
The two bent forward, looking at the message, they couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Bella usually loves sticking to Claire Green, today she’s actually asking Julian to take her back."
Julian Sia was speechless, striding forward with his long legs.
Mason Quinn and the other exchanged glances, "Julian, we’re going too."
Looking at Bella’s message, there might be some drama unfolding.
...
Claire Green watched the contact on the screen, glancing at the person pretending to be dead, and slowly answered the call.
"Brother, what’s up?"
"Olivia should be done for the day, why haven’t I seen you yet."
Julian Sia casually rested his arm on the window sill, looking at the quiet campus, his voice low.
Claire Green’s lips curled abruptly, "You’re at the entrance."
"Yes."
"I’ll be right out."
After speaking, she hung up, her gaze sweeping over everyone, under their hopeful gazes, she leisurely said.
"That’s it for today."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone cheered excitedly.
"Olivia is wise."
"Finally can leave, thank that phone call."
"Quick, quick, eat and then game."
The crowd jostled down the stairs, their steps light, as if they were all winners of a jackpot.
"Olivia, we’re heading out, see you tomorrow."
Claire Green nodded lightly, "Mm."
Julian Sia watched the scene, chuckling low, "Olivia sure is popular."