Chapter 247: Chapter 245: Grace Carter Rebukes, Qiyi Gives an Autograph
"Grace, this is the kind of student you’ve taught."
Lia Zeller, trembling with anger, pointed at the figure disappearing at the door, never thinking that if she hadn’t started the trouble, she wouldn’t have been insulted.
Grace Carter gave a slight glance, speaking with no particular tone, "Not as good as the prized students taught by Teacher Zhang, who can even frame and intentionally harm others."
Heh.
William James couldn’t hold back his laughter.
With him leading, the other teachers also burst into laughter.
No one expected the usually gentle Grace to stab directly at the heart when she retorted.
Everyone at school knew that after Olivia Song’s incident, Lia Zeller was so upset she fell ill for several days, even pretending to be fine.
"You, you all..." Lia Zeller left angrily without finishing her words, her face flushed red.
After she left, the laughter in the office became even more joyous, even Grace Carter had a smile on her lips.
She doesn’t curse people, but that doesn’t mean anyone can subtly insinuate her students.
But just thinking of Claire Green’s cold eyes gave Grace a headache.
Why did the school have to assign the task of convincing her to me?
Seeing her expression, William James understood, "If you ask me, you shouldn’t bother with this, or you could persuade her to share some methods."
There’s really no need for her to teach so many people.
Everyone’s energy is limited, and if Claire Green spends all her time on others, no matter how talented she is, she’ll slip up eventually.
The college entrance exam is important not only for other students but also for her, so he really couldn’t fathom the school’s decision this time.
"Mr. Jiang is right, she is originally just a student, also facing the college entrance exam, isn’t this making it hard for her to juggle everything?"
At these words.
Grace Carter was shocked, and upon carefully considering the meaning, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Indeed.
Claire Green’s performance was so outstanding that she’d almost forgotten she was still a student.
No, she won’t agree to the school’s suggestion this time.
After understanding the pros and cons, Grace smiled gratefully, "Thank you all."
"It’s nothing, we’re all here for the students’ sake."
"I’ll go to the principal’s office."
...
"Teacher Cheng, how did it go?"
Thomas Ziegler couldn’t wait to ask as soon as he saw her.
"Not great, the principal should stop considering this."
"She didn’t agree?"
Grace Carter frowned, "Even if she agreed, I wouldn’t."
Hearing this.
Thomas Ziegler chuckled, "Give me a reason."
In the time that followed, Grace analyzed the pros and cons, leaving Thomas speechless.
A few minutes later.
After Grace’s continuous arguments, the proposal for Claire Green to rotate and teach classes also came to nothing.
At this moment, an uninvited guest came to Brightsong Class 6.
Looking at the girl at the classroom door, Isabella Xyler’s expression immediately turned cold, "What are you here for?"
She hadn’t forgotten that because of this person, Olivia got hurt and almost had a falling out with Mr. Jing.
The girl lowered her head, her fingertips already pale from clenching them, and softly said, "I want to see her."
As soon as she spoke, Isabella began to dismiss her expressionlessly, "She won’t see you, leave Brightsong immediately."
The other students in Class 6 held their breath and stared at the scene.
What’s going on?
Seeing her standing still, John Sinclair said sternly, "If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for having someone escort you out."
"Why be so polite," Isabella smirked, "I’ll say it again, get out of Brightsong."
The girl maintained her posture, her head low without moving an inch.
She understood where their anger came from.
Just as she reached the classroom door, she heard Isabella’s words, and Claire Green raised her eyebrows slightly, "What’s making our Isabella so angry?"
After speaking, she turned to glance at the girl at the door, her gaze pausing before her steps stopped.
So it’s because of her.
Claire Green arched her eyebrow slightly and walked towards the girl, "Here for an autograph."
Her tone was languid yet teasing.
Hearing the familiar voice, the girl finally looked up, and seeing her face, everyone was stunned.
Those swollen eyes like light bulbs, are they serious?
How long has she been crying?
"How’s your injury?" the girl asked with a teary tone as soon as she opened her mouth.
At this, everyone finally understood why Isabella was so angry, it turned out that Olivia got hurt saving this girl.
In an instant, everyone’s gaze towards the girl changed.
"It’s fine," Claire Green teased, seeing her crying, "Want to touch and see?"
What was meant as a joke, the girl took seriously.
Her fingertips trembled as she tested, "Can I?"
The next second.
Her fingertips landed on her clothes, and even though it was through clothing, she felt relieved.
"I’m sorry." for causing you to get hurt.
Claire Green lazily glanced at the person who could hang an oil bottle on her mouth and spoke unhurriedly, "It’s not you who did it, so why apologize."
Then.
She picked up a pen from the desk nearby, lazily signed her name on the uniform, and handed it to her.
"The only one as promised."
The girl’s eyelashes quivered, looking at the uniform in front of her, her heart felt sour and her eyes filled with tears again.
"Is it never-ending?" Isabella, seeing her cry again, got even more furious.
Olivia’s signature, which even she didn’t have, and here this girl had both the uniform and the autograph.
The girl was so scared she forced her tears to stop.
"Seems like Isabella is effective," Claire Green smiled playfully.
Isabella pursed her lips, this sort of effectiveness was not what she wanted.
Then, expressionless, she addressed the girl, "You may not care about your own life, but don’t let others pay for your stupidity. Even if it wasn’t Olivia that day but a firefighter or someone else, have you thought about what the consequences might be if other unexpected events occurred?"
"Your life is yours, whether you live or die has nothing to do with others. I know about your experiences, but I don’t sympathize, you know why?"
The girl, bewildered, asked, "Why?"
"Because you go with the flow, don’t know how to resist, you only hide it in your heart to hurt yourself."
The girl’s mouth opened, wanting to rebut but unable to find words.
The classroom atmosphere became strange.
Suddenly.
Claire Green chuckled softly, the proud young lady had grown up.
She spoke nonchalantly, "Living in this world, you need to understand for whom you are living. I can save you once but can’t save you for a lifetime."
A slight pause, "What happens in the future depends on the kind of person you want to be."
Her words were not only directed at the girl but also at everyone in Class 6.
The girl was in a daze; no one had ever spoken to her like this before. After a moment, she finally showed her first smile since arriving at Brightsong.
Though faint, it was from the heart.
"Thank you, I know what to do now."
She looked seriously at the girl, secretly deciding that she must get into the same school as her.
After the girl left, Isabella’s expression only then softened, her change of expression speed astonishing everyone.
"Olivia, when will you give me a signature?" she asked, pursing her lips, her gaze somewhat unnatural.
Claire Green’s eyes paused, her lips curling slightly. Was this girl jealous?
She leaned in slowly, pinched her cheek, and said leisurely, "I’m right here, what do you need an autograph for?"