This was the first ti Old Cat saw Claire Green making serum, and he never thought that the seemingly complex and ticulous experint would beco extraordinarily simple in her hands.
After a while.
He looked at the neat rows of serum on the table and spoke in surprise, "This... this is done."
Claire raised an eyebrow slightly, "What else did you expect?"
Compared to Old Cat’s surprise, Victoria Windsor appeared much calr, after all, this wasn’t her first ti witnessing this.
She patted Old Cat’s shoulder comfortingly and said earnestly, "J’s brain works differently from ours, it’s a normal operation."
After hearing this.
Old Cat nodded in agreent, "Thinking about it, the two of us are considered geniuses as well, and yet we’re outmatched by soone younger than us."
"Age doesn’t determine anything." Claire chuckled lightly, responding lazily.
Indeed.
In front of you, age truly ans nothing.
Old Cat thought to himself, "J, where are you planning to go next?"
Claire’s brow arched, and with a lazy undertone, she replied, "Go back and take exams."
Just as she finished speaking.
Old Cat suddenly shouted in a loud voice, "What the hell, you really are a student."
Upon hearing this, Claire chuckled, "Didn’t I tell you last ti?"
Yes, you did ntion it.
But I didn’t dare to believe it!
Who would believe a big-shot hacker is still a student?
"May I ask," Old Cat swallowed, "what grade are you in currently?"
In the next second, Claire’s answer gave the two of them a nasty shock, staggering him.
"Senior year of high school."
Old Cat looked at the person next to him in self-doubt, speaking in a bewildered tone, "What were you doing in senior year?"
Victoria shrugged, "Sleeping, playing gas."
Upon hearing this, Old Cat showed a look of agreent; that’s what a normal senior year should look like.
So it’s not that they’re incompetent, it’s that J doesn’t know how to enjoy.
Seeing his reaction, Claire understood what he was thinking and imdiately revealed a mischievous look in her eyes, speaking casually.
"How coincidental, sleeping and gaming aren’t part of my daily routine."
"Enough, please be quiet."
Old Cat acted deeply hurt, raising his hand to signal a stop.
Claire clicked her tongue lightly, her gaze casual, "Old Cat’s resistance to blows is quite weak."
Victoria saw Old Cat’s reaction and burst out laughing, "Stop teasing him, or he’ll hit a low point."
Upon hearing this, Claire curled her lips lazily, "Alright, I’m leaving first. As for him, you manage."
Victoria nodded, smiling as she watched the girl leave their house.
Old Cat finally reacted, "What do you an by ’manage’, I have to properly deal with you."
"Sure, do as you wish."
...
"Julian, are you sure she really has a birthmark?"
At the elegant residence, Caleb Green stood up excitedly, staring fixedly at the man.
Julian Sia raised his eyes and nodded slightly, "Claire admitted it herself, Caleb, she gave you the answer from the start."
Upon hearing this.
Caleb’s posture froze as he rembered what she said the first ti they t, and a sense of sorrow began to spread.
So, she knew back then that there might be a connection between them, yet she still resisted.
"I won’t give up," Caleb said earnestly, "She’s the sister I’ve been searching for seventeen years, and I will definitely bring her ho."
All these years, he had never given up searching, and now that he had found her, he felt a responsibility to be a good brother and provide her with a warm ho.
Julian Sia gazed at him for a few seconds, and a faint smile appeared, "Let’s see how you do then."
If he can’t figure out why Claire resists the Green Estate, Caleb’s wish will be challenging.
At this mont, Mason Quinn chid in with a smile, "Didn’t expect the big sister that Benjamin bumped into on the street would actually be his real sister."
George Xyler smiled faintly, "That’s how fate works."
Upon hearing their words, Julian Sia suddenly thought of Benjamin Green’s attitude towards Claire, and his smile deepened.
If that little rascal knew Claire was his sister, he’d probably be rolling on the floor with joy.
Caleb was stunned for a couple of seconds, then smiled brightly, "Looks like Benjamin calling her sister wasn’t wrong after all."
...
"The joint exam is the day after tomorrow, Sis Olivia isn’t really planning to skip, is she?"
Sebastian Winn looked at the empty seat behind him and spoke listlessly.
Isabella Xyler shook her head, "Impossible, since Olivia said that, it proves she’ll definitely take the exam."
"That’s right," John Sinclair was playing with his phone, not lifting his head, "Besides, Fatty, you know Sis Olivia always cos back before an exam, she might already be in the classroom."
After John finished speaking and saw no one responded to him, he suddenly looked up and saw the two in front of him staring at him in surprise.
Before he could understand what was going on, Sebastian spoke excitedly, "Wow, John, you’re so on point, Sis Olivia actually ca back."
What the heck?
Upon hearing this, John imdiately turned his head and t a pair of amused eyes.
Damn, this happens every ti.
Was I at odds with Sis Olivia in my past life? Every ti I complained, she catches .
"Sis Olivia, long ti no see."
John rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly.
"Long?" Claire sat down casually.
"Not long, not long, I was just using words to express how much I miss you," John denied repeatedly, trying to justify himself.
Isabella smiled, "Olivia, when are you going to Capital City? Daniel and his group have been whining in the chat every day."
Claire raised an eyebrow, "They’re so idle."
If mory serves, she’s only t that group once; now all these rich kids like to act so familiar?
"They’re the idlest group in the Capital City circle," Isabella covered her mouth, smiling with her eyes, "If not racing, they’re horseback riding, always playing and never losing."
Claire propped her hand lazily, speaking with a hint of amusent, "The fact that they haven’t been beaten to death by their fathers shows they’re definitely their biological sons."
So by your logic, if Daniel and his group were beaten to death by their uncles, they aren’t their real sons?
Isabella couldn’t help but twitch her lips, speechless as she looked at the girl.
After a mont.
She finally reconstructed her words, "If they knew Sis Olivia said this, they’d probably cry to death."
"Why are they obsessing over Sis Olivia," John rubbed his chin, "Could they have ulterior motives?"
Upon saying that.
The atmosphere imdiately quieted down.
Claire rested her face on her hand, her eyes gazing over casually, murmuring, "Continue."
Being stared at like this, a chill ran down John’s spine, and following the principle of admitting mistakes without knowing anything, he imdiately apologized, "Sis Olivia, I was wrong."
"Oh," Claire drawled, arching her lips lazily, "Tell , where did you go wrong."
"I shouldn’t have said they had ulterior motives," John pouted, "They must have hidden agendas."
Suddenly.
Isabella sighed, "John, if a teacher knew you used two idioms like that, you’d be stuck with a sester’s worth of books."
Upon hearing this.
John spoke without much conviction, "I think it’s reasonable; otherwise, why would they be thinking about Sis Olivia?"
Besides, are they that familiar with Sis Olivia?
Anyone trying to snatch my Sis Olivia definitely has ulterior motives.
"I agree with John’s view."
In this viewpoint, Sebastian completely sided with John.
Isabella rolled her eyes at both of them, "So when you two think about Sis Olivia it’s missing her, but for others, it’s ulterior motives and hidden agendas."
"Exactly."
The two responded in unison, their synchronization perfect to a fault.
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