Victor Hawthorne watched July Quinn’s figure gradually receding, feeling anxious.
The agreent with Charles was already signed.
If he couldn’t persuade July Quinn to teach the whole class, then they’d have to admit stupidity in front of everyone.
Such an embarrassing situation, Victor didn’t want any part of it.
If he could beat up July Quinn, he’d definitely thrash her into obedience and make her stay to teach them.
Sadly, he couldn’t beat July Quinn.
Since July Quinn entered this school, Victor had fought her twice, and each ti he was the one who got thrashed.
So, he could only shout at July Quinn’s back, "You’re part of our class now! When Charles wants us to admit stupidity in front of the whole school, you have to too."
However, July didn’t even stop for a mont.
She was so busy she barely had ti to sleep; she’d rather spend that ti with Kyle Keaton than stay at school to teach.
Watching July Quinn walk farther, Victor suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"July Quinn, my family owns an instant noodle factory; we’re currently developing new flavors."
Yes, he rembered that day when he went to bring chicken soup to July, Susan Carter secretly shared a little trick with him, treating him like a future stepmother.
July Quinn loves instant noodles, especially the newly developed flavors.
Susan said if there’s sothing particularly tricky, just offer July instant noodles.
In July’s world, there’s no unsolvable problem; if there is, give her a pack of instant noodles. If one pack doesn’t work, try two!
After saying that, even Victor found it laughable.
July was so wild; how could two packs of noodles pacify her?
Yet, at that mont, he saw July Quinn, who had walked a distance away, suddenly stop.
"This week, after school in the afternoons, I can spare one hour each day to teach."
Victor was stunned for a mont.
Is this... agreeing?
Unexpectedly, the thod Susan ntioned worked!
"Alright, alright, an hour is fine."
Considering how July could explain Charles’s lessons thoroughly in ten minutes, they still had hope.
Finally receiving a satisfying response, the whole class spontaneously cheered.
Thus, over the next week, July Quinn’s classes beca the most anticipated events for every student.
Even a student like Victor Hawthorne, who routinely skipped classes, attended her lessons after school and was highly focused.
After class, he even discussed with other students to fill in gaps and exchange knowledge points.
Because it was their first ti fighting for collective honor, everyone hoped to contribute through their efforts.
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Four days quickly passed.
Victor and his entire class’s enthusiasm for ridia language study showed no signs of waning.
Even after the basketball ga ended, Victor and his buddies would sit on the basketball court discussing ridia language questions.
"Pick B for this one."
"I think B too!"
Victor heard his buddies’ answers, looking puzzled, "How co I feel it should be C?"
"Boss Hawthorne, minority obeys majority, just pick B."
"No no no, I think it’s better to ask July about this later..."
Victor’s words weren’t finished when suddenly Joy Quinn’s voice ca from behind him.
"Victor?"
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