Masked Flirt: He's My Equal, She's My Match Chapter 132: Olivia Song Mocked, Class 6 Parents Puzzled

"I can’t believe she still dares to co to school."

"Tsk, if sothing like that happened to , I wouldn’t have the guts to show up."

"Cheating on a major exam, I really can’t understand what she was thinking."

"All the top schools know about it now; I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re laughing at our Brightsong."

Olivia Song listened to the murmurs around her, gripping her backpack tightly and pressing her lips together.

A mix of unreadable emotions surged in her eyes, and she glanced at the person speaking before hastily walking away.

As soon as she stepped into the classroom, an offhand comnt from a classmate nad Gaojie rang out.

"No wonder when the rankings ca out, I didn’t see Olivia’s na. I thought sothing minor had happened, but I didn’t expect it to be such a huge cheating scandal."

After finishing her words,

she propped her chin up with a grin, looking at the girl who just ca in, "Olivia, can you tell us what you were thinking at the ti? I’m genuinely curious."

Olivia wanted to lash out, but with the whole class present, she could only swallow her anger.

With her pale face, she glanced at the girl, then quickly returned to her seat and lay down on her desk.

Seeing her actions, Gaojie scoffed, "I haven’t even said anything, and you’re ready to cry."

Then.

She continued, "Both from the Song Manor, the adopted daughter aced the exams, and universities are vying to recruit her, while the real daughter, despite decent grades, chose to cheat. Soone might think you did it just to surpass Claire Green."

The others in class, hearing this, couldn’t help but ponder, and then looked at Olivia with expressions that said it all.

Comparing herself to an adopted daughter, losing her own dignity.

Besides, considering Claire Green’s grades, you must’ve lost your mind to try to surpass her.

Rae Zander watched the girl, silent with her head down, concern flashing in her eyes. She wanted to say sothing but rembered their fallout from the day before.

She mocked herself internally, thinking that even if she spoke up for Olivia, she would just think Rae was enjoying the spectacle.

Gaojie observed Rae’s expression and felt a sense of satisfaction, thinking maybe even fools have their monts of clarity.

But she wondered how long it would last.

Lia Zeller entered as the class bell rang, her stern face even darker than usual.

She looked at the girl lying on her desk, her anger boiling over, "Olivia, didn’t you hear the bell? You’re still lying down, asleep?"

She never expected her most promising student to cause such a scandal, making her lose face in front of the other teachers.

Olivia lifted her head, revealing red, tear-stained eyes, and everyone’s hearts sighed.

She really cried; her resilience is pretty low!

Seeing her like this, Lia hesitated for two seconds, then burned with even more anger, "Now you know how to cry, but didn’t think you’d be exposed at the ti."

She said no more, picking up her lesson plan to start the day’s teaching.

...

When the school bell for dismissal rang, Class Six felt sowhat unsatisfied, for once wishing Brightsong had evening study sessions.

"Claire, how about we continue?"

"I like that idea, for once I think studying isn’t so bad."

Claire Green looked at the hopeful eyes of the group and smirked, "Do you think I have that much free ti?"

"There’s a limit to studying too, go ho."

Hearing this, they reluctantly packed their things and slowly left the classroom.

John Sinclair laughed at the scene, "First ti seeing people not wanting to leave school."

"With Claire teaching, everything seems simple. I almost don’t want to leave either," Sebastian Winn grinned, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Exactly, teachers usually make things overly complicated, and to students whose heads get tangled, it’s like reading the Bible," Isabella Xyler said, linking arms with another girl and smiling.

Claire Green raised her eyebrow at the trio, chuckling lightly but saying nothing.

...

"Haohao, co out for dinner."

In a Bayne City neighborhood, a middle-aged woman set the dishes on the table, calling gently.

Chen Hao opened the door with a resigned face, "Mom, how many tis have I told you not to call Haohao?"

As a grown man being called Haohao, it made him feel awkward.

The middle-aged woman smiled, "Okay, I won’t call you that anymore."

Chen Hao heard this and pouted, Yeah right, you say that every ti, but you never follow through.

Once the family of three sat down, the parents noticed he had a laptop open and exchanged a glance.

"Haohao, what are you looking at?"

"The key formulas Claire highlighted." Chen Hao didn’t look up, mumbling.

"Claire?" Mr. Chen thought for a mont, "Is that the person you keep talking about?"

"Mm, Mom, Dad, you eat first, don’t distract ." Chen Hao glanced up, seeing they wanted to ask more, and stopped them.

The couple was seeing their son in this state for the first ti, curious about this Claire he ntioned.

After all, he had always been playful and his studies were poor, never willing to study seriously, but now he was looking at formulas with a notebook.

"Why not eat first, then look?"

"No ti, Claire said we have one night to morize the formulas, and she’ll be checking us one by one tomorrow."

Talking about this, Chen Hao looked tearfully at his notes, still half unfinished, knowing he couldn’t play gas tonight.

But what comforted him was that if he couldn’t, neither could the others.

Seeing this.

The couple smiled in relief, the middle-aged woman wanted to say more, but the man beside her placed a hand on hers, indicating not to disturb him.

After dinner, Chen Hao wasted no ti returning to his room with his notebook, soon his clear voice echoed out.

"Old Chen, should you call their teacher to find out who this Claire is?"

The man pondered for a bit, took his phone outside, but quickly returned.

"How was it?" the woman asked eagerly.

"It’s lucky for Haohao to have soone like that teaching," the man recalled the conversation and was moved.

As for the teacher saying all of Class Six was now taught by Claire Green alone, he didn’t see it as a bad thing; the more capable should take the lead, an eternal truth.

After he finished speaking, the woman was amazed, her mouth agape, taking a while to recover, "One person having such cohesion."

"I used to think our son in Class Six would just linger, with grades so poor yet an inheritance to fall back on, now I’m curious what this Claire will teach him to beco."

Such scenes repeated elsewhere, inevitably piquing the curiosity and hope of all the parents of Class Six toward Claire Green.

...

"Yesterday when my mom saw studying, she was startled and kept asking if I was feeling well."

Harry Lewis sat on a desk, legs swinging freely.

"Sa here, she kept asking who Claire was."

"Sa world, sa mom, mine too. Made it hard for to focus on morizing formulas."

"Speaking of which, have you all morized them?"

"Claire told us, who would dare not to?" a girl rolled her eyes at him, looking at him with a ’duh’ expression.

John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn ca in and saw the scene, playfully comnting, "Pretty lively here!"

Everyone grinned, "Hehe, just discussing formula problems."

John nodded in satisfaction, "Keep it up."