Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Sister Qi Grades Exams and Jokes About Getting a Room
John Sinclair was a few seconds late arriving at the classroom door, and he stopped in his tracks when he heard them.
There was something odd about what Grace had said.
After a moment.
With sudden realization, Sebastian Winn exclaimed, "Isn’t this the typical line for the cool bully in novels inviting someone to fight?"
"Chubby, since when do you read novels?" John hooked his arm around him, not standing in the least upright.
"It was because Michael Young always has a novel in his hands, so one day when I had nothing better to do, I glanced over and just happened to see that line."
As they chatted, they made their way into the classroom.
Isabella Xyler shook her head helplessly at them, smiling as she followed behind.
It’s often said that the biggest obstacle in a relationship is friends and buddies, and John is the best example of that.
Listening to their conversation, Grace Carter joked, "John, how did you phrase it when you, as the school bully, challenged people to fights before?"
Upon hearing this.
Sebastian was quick with a retort, so fast that John couldn’t stop him.
"John’s never had to arrange fights; he’d just start them directly."
Claire Green raised her eyebrow with interest and looked over, "Our school’s bully knows how to throw down."
Cough.
John coughed awkwardly twice and discreetly kicked someone’s leg, trying to change the subject, "So, Grace, why did you ask Olivia not to leave?"
Grace remembered why she had come over, then turned to the girl.
"Help us grade the test papers."
Just after saying this.
Before the girl could respond, Isabella, with a look that said surely you’re up to no good, spoke up, "Having Olivia grade the papers, you’re looking to raise enmity?"
They had been through it, Olivia graded papers very strictly, not like the usual teachers who would give points for brevity or the gist being correct.
With her, every step must be included, and the meaning must be precise.
If Olivia grades the papers, she can imagine the crowd protesting with papers filled with red crosses.
Grace smiled, "It’s not that serious, at most they’ll be outraged but won’t dare say anything."
Hearing this.
Isabella’s lips twitched with stiffness, showing a look of speechlessness.
"Grading papers," Claire Green smirked with a roguishly charming grin, "Let’s go."
The trio watched as the girl and Grace left, and after a moment, Sebastian feigned a sense of reflection and said, "Heaven assigns great tasks to this person, must test their will first, couldn’t be more accurate."
Let’s hope everyone who suffers under Olivia’s grading has a good year.
...
As expected.
Just like Isabella and the others thought.
When the final exam results came out, all the seniors were trapped in a crisis of self-doubt.
The bright red crosses on the papers were glaring and mocking.
In Class 1’s classroom, Rae Zander looked at the score on the paper, clenching her hand suddenly, eyes full of disbelief that she had scored so poorly.
Seeing her dazed, Grace approached to have a look and immediately understood.
"Not bad, at least better than many," she said, patting Rae’s shoulder in a comforting manner.
She wasn’t wrong, because the final exam papers this time were exceptionally difficult; even those with normally good grades did poorly, herself included.
Lia Zeller walked into the classroom to see dozens discussing the test papers boisterously; remembering their results, her face darkened like a pot bottom.
"Still have the spirit to discuss with these scores," she cast a sharp gaze over each person, "All thought they were the chosen ones, and now look."
No one dared make a sound.
Suddenly.
Lia remembered the comments from the office days ago, a malicious thought surfaced.
If I can’t earn Outstanding Teacher, I can still find a way to stir things up.
Finally.
"I’m not afraid to tell you, the papers in your hands were made by Claire Green. Can’t even solve problems made by a fellow senior, truly embarrassing."
Her words sparked an uproar in Class 1.
"Damn, I said there’s something off about these papers."
"She couldn’t have done it on purpose, right? I heard Class 6 scored really well."
"Such blatant cheating, has the school gone mad?"
Initially, these complaints were only in Class 1, but as the rankings were posted, other classes learned the papers were made by Claire Green, and were just as displeased, demanding answers.
Soon the staff and principal’s office became the busiest places.
Listening to the student’s complaints and discontent, the school quickly provided an explanation.
"Regarding Class 6’s Claire Green making the exam papers, it was the result of careful consideration and discussions among teachers and school leaders. All questions were reviewed by subject teachers, within the range of what students have learned."
Staring at the notice board’s announcement, everyone collectively heaved a sigh.
Is your range of ability really like that?
Ultimately, despite their complaints, no one dared to confront the maker directly.
...
Class 6 had their doors shut tightly, and everyone looked at the girl holding the ranking sheet on the podium with nervous expressions.
It’s over.
Will Olivia think they’re subpar?
Suddenly.
A laugh broke out, low and lazy in tone.
"Good job, looks like tutoring can be postponed."
Upon hearing this.
Everyone was stunned for a second, then cheered aloud.
"I told you I’d make it."
"Tomorrow is the holiday, anyone up for a gaming marathon tonight?"
Mentioning games even tempted John and Sebastian into anticipation.
Ever since Olivia started teaching them, they’ve become really accustomed to doing exercises, rarely touching games, now they really felt the itch.
"Aaron, book a place tonight."
Aaron Kerr nodded understandingly, "Okay, I’ll just post about it in the group then."
Suddenly.
Claire Green lifted her eye with a mischievous arc, her tone teasing and leisurely.
"Where are you planning on booking, John? Bringing Bella along?"
Ha!
Everyone burst into laughter with her words.
Olivia always knows how to make an impact with her words, making even normal statements seem off.
John’s head hit the table hard making a sound, he massaged his forehead and looked up, pouting, "Olivia, you keep twisting my words."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green’s teasing gaze swept over the two, speaking lazily, "What are you thinking, keep your thoughts clean, I’m referring to bringing Bella for gaming."
Who exactly isn’t thinking cleanly?
John really felt he’s more wronged than Dou E.
"Olivia." Isabella’s cheeks flushed pink, speaking awkwardly.
Seeing her shy, Claire Green’s eyes sparkled with laughter, and slowly returned to her seat with two words.
"Dismissed."
Just as she finished.
Except for the four of them, everyone else’s movements were admirably synchronous.
Instantly, the sounds in the classroom overlapped.
With backpacks in tow, everyone began farewells, reluctant yet excited.
"Olivia, we’re leaving, see you next year."
"Happy New Year in advance, Olivia."
"John, chubby, you guys hurry up, okay?"
As each left, the enormous classroom quickly became empty.
"Let’s go too."
Isabella took the girl’s arm, walking briskly.
"Olivia, we’ll come wish you Happy New Year."
At the school gate, John and Sebastian left with a giggling shout, then walked away arm in arm.
Staring at their receding figures for a while, Claire Green curved her lips, turning, "Are you not heading home?"