CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: JOHN SINCLAIR GETS ANGRY, A PARENT-TEACHER MEETING IS COMING

Lawrence White pinched the bridge of his nose, waved the test paper twice, and spoke helplessly, "Come up and get your paper."

Claire Green propped her wrist on the desk to stand up, yanked the hem of her uniform lazily, walked up, took the paper, and prepared to step down.

Suddenly, Lawrence White thought of something, handed the remaining papers to the class representative to distribute, and called Claire Green back.

"By the way, write this test paper twenty times and hand it in to me in class tomorrow."

After a pause.

Claire Green stopped, turned around, a smile in her eyes, "Teacher, do you want the answer version or the portrait version?"

Lawrence White was stunned for a few seconds, then squinted with a smile and looked at her, speaking lightly under the gazes of everyone.

"Since you mentioned it, then you’ll do both versions twenty times each, no problem!"

Everyone started silently mourning for Claire Green, a total of forty times to finish today, that’s too brutal.

Claire Green’s eyes deepened, her voice low and steady, "No problem."

As soon as she sat down with the paper, John Sinclair reached over, eyes showing excitement and his face curious.

"Olivia, let me see your paper."

Claire Green tilted her head, her gaze landing on his face, squinting her eyes slightly.

His curiosity was quite strong.

She casually shoved the paper towards him and took the test paper from the front, Isabella Xyler’s, and began the grand task of copying the paper.

John Sinclair looked at the paper in front of him, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, this is because Lawrence was such a good-natured person, not even getting angry seeing himself drawn like this.

All of the answer spaces on the paper were filled with abstract drawings of various poses, to which John Sinclair marveled, not identical, but utterly unrelated.

In the front row, Sebastian Winn and Isabella Xyler were eagerly looking forward to seeing it, so they urged.

"John, are you done, let us have a look."

John Sinclair clicked his tongue and passed the paper over.

As soon as they got the paper, the two heads in the front leaned in together, enjoying the masterpiece with great interest and didn’t forget to comment after viewing.

"Olivia’s drawing is pretty good, I couldn’t even draw that."

"Exactly, though I think the lines here could be emphasized a bit more."

John Sinclair in the back heard their conversation and was speechless; their fan filter was too intense.

Claire Green lowered her head to the task of copying the paper, her pen tip paused, her eyes half-lifting for a glance at the two still discussing, a hint of interest passing in her eyes, a corner of her lip lifting unconsciously.

Their taste was a bit off!

...

This morning was the happiest day for class six, every teacher started class by calling Claire Green’s name, and that’s when everyone realized that the big shot had drawn on all the papers.

The news spread like wildfire through the school, some mocked, some admired, even the younger students felt it was cool, and ever since Olivia got famous for fighting, she drew everyone’s attention again due to her exam antics.

At noon, Claire Green and her friends headed straight to the cafeteria.

Passing students, seeing her, their eyes were filled with excitement.

"Oh my, finally seeing her in person, she really slays me."

"Exactly, she sure looks hard to provoke."

Someone on the side overheard and sneered dismissively.

"People like that, and you still like them, you must be crazy."

"Fighting, disrespecting teachers, messing around with exams, how do I stay in the same school as someone like them."

"I don’t even know what the principal is thinking, might really be as that post said, has a backer."

After saying that, several people burst into laughter.

Countless eyes fell on Claire Green, wanting to see how she’d handle it.

The girl showed no expression, her beautiful eyes hooded, hands in her pockets, walking as if ignoring everything, her whole demeanor lazy and casual.

But next to her, John Sinclair turned, a fierce look on his face, low pressure charging towards the group who were talking.

Sebastian Winn, usually amiable, had an increasingly cold face, he followed closely behind John Sinclair, staring intently at those people.

"What did you just say, say it again for me to hear," John Sinclair lifted his chin slightly, his voice cold.

Seeing him like that, where would they dare speak, knowing well about John Sinclair’s reputation as the notorious school bully.

"John, we were just joking, you..." someone spoke with a chuckle, but before the words were finished, a fist landed on his face.

John Sinclair grabbed the person’s collar and hit him ferociously punch after punch, "Joking, huh? How about now? Do you still dare?"

Everyone was frightened by his ferocity, not expecting him to move to beat people just like that.

When John Sinclair was ready to kick, Claire Green lazily called out, "John."

With that.

John Sinclair released the collar, swapping his expression for a carefree grin, "Olivia, want some candy?"

Claire Green raised her eyebrows casually, "You have some?"

"Of course, I do," ever since seeing Sebastian Winn’s way, he began carrying candy with him too.

John Sinclair took out a few lollipops from his pocket and handed them over.

Claire Green glanced over, picked up an orange-flavored one, unwrapped it, put it in her mouth, and the restlessness in her heart calmed down.

"Olivia, let’s hurry, I’m starving," Isabella Xyler tugged at her sleeve, pitifully saying.

Hearing this, John Sinclair gave her a glance, smirked, and tossed a comment before running ahead, "If you eat any more, no one’s going to want you."

"John Sinclair, you jerk," Isabella Xyler chased after him in annoyance.

Watching this, a trace of warmth finally surfaced in Claire Green’s eyes, an arc forming on her lips as she leisurely followed them.

...

"Olivia, Grace is calling you," a girl carrying homework walked into the classroom, speaking softly.

Since the recent incident, the people in class six mostly followed John Sinclair in calling her Olivia.

Claire Green responded with a faint "Hmm," put down her pen, and got up to go to the office.

"Grace, are you looking for me."

Grace Carter was preparing a lesson plan, saw her come in and spoke in a heavy tone, "You’ve really upset a few teachers this time."

Claire Green sat down as if she owned the place, spoke leisurely, "They can’t handle stress."

Grace Carter shook her head, looking at the girl’s face, feeling a headache; she had drawn the teachers into unrecognizable cartoons, who could stay calm.

"There’s a parent-teacher meeting on Wednesday, do you want to inform Song Manor?"

She knew about the girl’s situation, but this meeting was the first of the term, and all parents needed to attend.

Claire Green’s eyebrows immediately cooled, her voice indifferent, "Not attending."

"What will other parents think of you then," Grace Carter wasn’t planning to force her but gave a gentle reminder.

"Doesn’t matter," Claire Green’s dark, bright eyes held a chilling depth, her aura growing increasingly oppressive.

It’s just a parent-teacher meeting, what difference does it make whether she attends or not.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and both turned to see Isabella Xyler standing obediently at the doorway.

"Isabella Xyler, do you need something?" Grace Carter invited her in, asking.

Unexpectedly.

Isabella Xyler first winked with a smile at Claire Green, then replied, "I happened to overhear your conversation, Grace, Olivia’s parent will come on Wednesday."

Claire Green frowned, where would she get a parent from.

"That’s great," Grace Carter’s face lit up with happiness hearing the news, "You two can head back!"

Outside the office, Claire Green leaned against the wall, one leg bent, her calm eyes watching her.

"Explain."