Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Lord Jing’s Teasing, Sister Qi Sets the Questions
The next day, the plane slowly landed at Bayne City airport.
Seeing the person who came to pick them up, Claire Green raised her eyebrows slightly. Are CEOs so free nowadays?
She didn’t see him in the F Continent and thought he had returned to the Capital City, but unexpectedly he hadn’t left yet.
"Claire," Caleb Green stepped forward, took the things from her hands, then nodded at the man on the side, completely ignoring the other two.
"Caleb, you’re more idle than I thought," Claire’s eyes slightly curved with a half-smile as she glanced at him.
Caleb wasn’t upset by her attitude, and explained with a smile, "I heard you were coming back today, so I came here to wait for you."
After looking at him for a few seconds, Claire turned and walked toward the car.
Caleb gazed a bit dimly in her direction, and the man next to him patted his shoulder, speaking in a low, concise manner.
"Take it slow."
Some things aren’t easy to let go of.
"Exactly," Mason Quinn walked forward, playfully hooked an arm around him, changing the subject, "I mean, Caleb, we’ve been brothers for so many years, and you didn’t even give us a heads up. That’s not cool."
Who would have thought?
Caleb pulled his arm down, nonchalantly replying, "We’re brothers, what’s there to announce?"
"......"
Mason and George Xyler twitched at the corners of their mouths. Damn, you never said that before.
Claire Green casually draped an arm over the window, her hand naturally dangling, her cold eyes watching the group outside, her voice low.
"Are you planning to live at the airport?"
The three of them rubbed their noses in agreement and got into the car.
...
In the car, Claire leaned against the seat back, her eyes lowered, absent-mindedly controlling a game character. "I’m going back to school."
Caleb’s hand on the steering wheel stiffened for a moment, then he lightly hummed and changed the route.
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, turned his head slightly, a smile in his eyes, "Claire, going back to school at this hour?"
"Little Cheng keeps calling, it’s too noisy."
Hearing her words, Julian chuckled softly, "Having a student who loves to skip class, the teacher must have mixed feelings."
Upon hearing this.
Claire finished off the last opponent, lifted her eyes from the screen, shifted to a more comfortable position, her beautiful eyes narrowing, "You seem to have a lot of experience, big brother."
Julian covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Just a guess."
In the front, Caleb was keenly listening to their conversation, but upon hearing these words, he suddenly lost his composure.
What the heck do you mean, a guess?
He could remember how, during his school years, Lord Julian’s tricks weren’t any fewer than Claire’s. Skipping classes and making excuses was just daily routine.
At that time, he was the textbook example for both good and bad.
"It seems someone doesn’t quite trust your wording," Claire supported her head with a hand, glancing meaningfully at someone, her tone teasing.
Julian fell silent for a moment, then casually shifted the blame.
"Maybe it’s because he loves to skip classes just like you do."
Caleb: "..."
Doesn’t someone have a clear sense of who skips class?
Claire clicked her tongue and stopped talking.
...
Soon, the car stopped in front of Brightsong High School’s gate.
As soon as Claire got out of the car, the window rolled down slowly, revealing the man’s refined face. He curled his thin lips, a pleasant and magnetic voice flowed out.
"Claire, don’t skip classes today, okay?"
Watching the car drive away, there was a trace of amusement in Claire’s eyes. This man really didn’t let go of a joke.
Finally.
She walked into the school gate.
In the office, Thomas Ziegler handed a freshly brewed cup of tea to the girl, then sat down opposite her.
Claire picked up the teacup, took a sip, the fragrance of the tea leaves filling her taste buds, clearing her mind.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised that old Thomas was not being stingy this time, using such expensive tea leaves.
Putting down the teacup, Claire lazily stretched her legs, her exquisite eyes looking at him with interest.
"Speak, what matter made both you and little Cheng call me repeatedly?"
Thomas built up his courage for a while before speaking, "We want you to prepare the questions for the final exams."
Upon hearing this.
Claire chuckled softly, "You want me to prepare the questions? Are you planning for them all to fail the finals?"
If she really set the questions, she’s afraid that besides a few students from Class Six, the rest would barely pass.
Thomas sipped his tea leisurely, not feeling guilty at all, and said, "Some kids in the advanced classes think they are gifted. They’ve never faced setbacks. It’s good to let them realize their shortcomings during the finals."
This idea was actually decided after discussions among the teachers of various classes, arguing that even if Class Six is rising now, those in their class still don’t feel threatened.
"Are you sure it’s about realizing shortcomings?" Claire said nonchalantly, "Be careful not to play with fire and end up with a defeat you can’t recover from."
Upon hearing this, Thomas’s brows furrowed tightly, and his expression became serious.
They had only thought about letting the students learn their shortcomings. They hadn’t thought deeply.
Now, after thinking it over, what she said made sense. They could accept failure, but certainly not seeing themselves as useless.
After a long time.
He sighed, "Okay then, why don’t you moderate the difficulty of the questions, and then I’ll have the subject teachers review them."
All subjects.
Claire lifted her eyelids, quite nonchalant, "You’ve really got it all figured out."
Thomas felt guilty for a moment, but just for a moment, then tried to give a weak justification.
"You’re the school board’s director, so we’re considering the school’s future development."
Claire’s dark, bright eyes fixed on him, smiling playfully, "So you’re saying I should thank you."
Although the girl was smiling, Thomas smelled danger in her demeanor.
He couldn’t help but shrink his head, talking nonsense in an earnest manner, "No need to thank me. It’s my duty to ease worries for the school board."
Claire sneered lightly at him, lazily moving, "I’ll give the questions to little Cheng."
Hearing this, Thomas smiled brightly like a blooming flower.
...
"Claire, what are you doing?"
John Sinclair watched as the girl kept her hands busy since she came in, curiously glancing over. The A4 paper was filled with various questions.
Could it be that she’s preparing this for them again?
The idea had just crossed his mind when the girl’s clarification came the next second.
"Final exam questions."
The girl’s voice wasn’t loud, but it stood out in the quiet classroom.
After a moment of silence, someone couldn’t help but curse.
"Damn, Claire’s setting the questions? Is the school planning to ruin their holiday?"
"Hearing you say that, I can already imagine what will happen if we don’t do well."
A group of people started chattering noisily, making Claire a bit impatient, even her eyebrows showing signs of irritation.
Her change in demeanor was most noticeable to John Sinclair and the others, who nudged the desk with his foot and swept a cold gaze around.
"Do you need me to set up a comedy program, just because Claire is setting the questions? What’s the big deal? Haven’t you learned enough by now to have some confidence?"
John’s voice was both cold and irritable, and those who were just talking non-stop immediately quieted down, not daring to speak again.
"You’re no longer who you used to be, and besides, it’s not like you haven’t done the questions Claire prepared before. Relax," Isabella Xyler’s voice was gentle.
As the saying goes, a slap in the face is followed by a sweet treat. These two certainly embodied that to the fullest.