Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Provoking Qi-jie, Qi-jie’s Famous Quotes
The next day.
As soon as the monthly exam results were announced, the entire school was in an uproar.
The bulletin board was crowded with people, looking at the ranking list above and discussing fervently.
"Whoa, did Class Six collectively change their brains or something?"
"Bro John and Chubby used to always be at the bottom at the end of the year, and now they suddenly jumped into the top hundred, what’s going on?"
"Is this the result of having classes with the big shot? As long as you’re a human, you can be carried to victory."
"I’m suddenly starting to envy Class Six."
Claire Green walked by leisurely, and everyone immediately gathered around her, staring at her with different expressions.
Suddenly.
A boy wearing glasses jumped out and stopped her with a proud look on his face.
"Claire Green, how did you teach them? Share your methods."
Further back, John Sinclair and the others let out a cold hiss, casting him a look that said, "Good luck to you."
Whoa, daring to question Sister Claire, that guy’s got guts!
Claire Green narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful brows and eyes now exuding a terrifying coldness.
She let out an ambiguous laugh, her cold voice laced with a bit of impatience.
"Scram."
When the boy heard how disrespectful she was, his face immediately turned ugly, especially since everyone was now watching as if enjoying a show.
Anger surged in his heart, "Do you know who I am? I’m acknowledging you by asking for your methods, don’t you damn well refuse my kindness."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Everyone, including John Sinclair and the others, instinctively stepped back two steps.
Hiss.
Did Caleb Don forget the big shot’s usual behavior? Speaking so provocatively, just what is he thinking?
"Heh."
A low laugh escaped from the girl’s mouth.
"You dare to laugh," Caleb Don gritted his teeth.
Bang.
Just as he finished speaking, he was flipped over and thrown to the ground with a shoulder throw. Before he could react, a foot was already pressing on his chest.
Claire Green casually pulled out a book, looking lazily at the boy beneath her, tapping lightly on his face.
"Tsk, such a big mouth, you’re not worth anything."
The corners of the girl’s eyes were tinged with red, with a faintly rebellious and wild smirk.
"Damn it, let me go, dare to hit me, my dad won’t let you off." Caleb Don lay on the ground, glaring angrily at the girl, still threatening with his words.
Everyone shook their heads as they watched him remain stubborn at this moment.
If threats worked on Claire Green, would she still be called the new school tyrant of Brightsong?
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow with interest, "Tell me, how won’t your dad let me go?"
The girl’s voice was very calm, even with a hint of indifference, but to everyone listening, it was full of danger.
Caleb Don opened his mouth, "He’ll make you disappear from Bayne City."
"Ah."
Who would have thought.
Just as he finished speaking, the foot on his chest suddenly increased in force, and the spreading pain made him cry out involuntarily.
"Then let’s make you disappear first." Claire Green’s eyes were icy, the mischievous curve at her lips growing larger.
A fist suddenly landed directly on the boy’s face, splitting his already crooked glasses instantly, a testament to her strength.
Everyone could only watch this scene dumbfounded, not daring to speak up.
Suddenly.
Someone stealthily approached John Sinclair, with a worried tone, "Bro John, Sister Claire won’t really cause a death, right?"
John Sinclair, hands in pockets, with a piece of candy in his mouth, casually replied to the question, "Who knows, it’s up to Sister Claire’s mood."
A small-time Don family dares to be arrogant in front of Sister Claire, they’re already getting off lightly with just a beating.
Shane Don is getting screwed over by his precious son this time.
After all, Sister Claire has a major backer, if he knows about today’s incident, whether the Don family will remain in Bayne City is still uncertain.
Hearing this, the boy glanced at Caleb Don on the ground with a sympathetic look, thinking, "Serves you right for showing off, now you’re hitting a wall."
After a while.
Claire Green took the tissue handed over by Isabella Xyler, leisurely wiping her hands, and nudged him with her toe, speaking playfully.
"Still want the method now?"
Caleb Don shook his head frantically, eyes filled with fear, "No... I don’t want it anymore."
Hearing this.
Claire Green slowly withdrew her foot, her cold gaze sweeping around, and nonchalantly said, "I have a bad temper, don’t crash into me for no reason, it wouldn’t be good if anything happens."
Everyone present nodded in unison, the scene looking somewhat comedic no matter how you look at it.
It was only after Claire Green and the others left that someone ran up to help Caleb Don up.
"Dude, if you want the method, talk nicely, why show off in front of her?"
"Exactly, now you’ve been beaten and embarrassed, what was all this for?"
After speaking, several people let out a long sigh.
Caleb Don clenched his hand into a fist, a shadow passing over his face, "I won’t let her off."
Seeing this, the others shrugged.
To still be talking big, apparently the earlier pain didn’t leave a lasting impression.
But since he’s so stubborn, when something happens, he’ll have to face the consequences himself.
Don’t forget how the previous guidance director was dismissed, and now reportedly no school wants him.
...
At this moment, Class Six, which should have been excited, remained completely silent, everyone frequently glancing towards the girl in the back row.
The incident of Sister Claire hitting someone was now well-known.
Grace Carter entered with a smile, immediately sensing the odd atmosphere, and asked puzzledly, "What’s up with you all, why aren’t you happy after doing so well?"
"Sister Claire is in a bad mood, how can we be happy."
A girl pursed her lips, it’s all because of that Caleb Don from Class One, he’s really got something wrong with his head, provoking Sister Claire.
They originally wanted to see Sister Claire happy, but before it even started, that jerk just ruined her mood.
Grace Carter listened and understood.
Didn’t expect these kids to have such an attitude, it seems Claire Green brought about a significant change in them.
"Claire Green, is there anything you want to say about Class Six’s results this time?" Grace Carter looked at the girl with a smile.
Claire Green’s eyes, fixed on the screen, slowly lifted to meet the expectant gazes of everyone, paused slightly, and did not speak.
Then just as the crowd began to feel disappointed, the girl’s calm voice rang out.
"It’s alright, a bit worse than expected, pay attention next time."
Upon hearing this, the mood instantly became excited.
This was recognition from Sister Claire, we indeed didn’t let her efforts go to waste.
Grace Carter was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Claire Green, your standards are a bit high."
Without needing Claire Green to speak, others couldn’t help but defend.
"Miss Grace, Sister Claire’s standards aren’t high at all, they’re normal."
"Exactly, we’re confident we’ll do even better next time."
John Sinclair, propping his chin lazily, chimed in, "Miss Grace, are you satisfied with a totally revamped Class Six?"
Upon hearing this.
Grace Carter’s face showed relief, "How can I not be satisfied, seeing you all like this makes me genuinely happy for you, keep it up and college entrance exams will be no problem."
Initially, she was worried about what to do if anyone in Class Six didn’t pass, who would have expected them to give her such a big surprise.
At this moment.
Claire Green suddenly said nonchalantly, "There are only phoenixes reborn from ashes, no phoenixes turn into wild chickens."