Isabella Xyler tapped her feet and looked at her with a gentle smile, saying softly, "Olivia, I really was just passing by."
Claire Green didn’t move, just glanced at her indifferently, exuding a powerful aura.
Isabella Xyler sighed, realizing her excuse was a bit weak. The office was far from the classroom; it was hardly a place to pass by.
She had only followed this way because she saw Claire Green coming here and was curious.
"Alright, I followed," Isabella admitted in a low voice.
Claire Green looked at her casually and chuckled.
Skillfully dodging the question.
"What’s the plan for Wednesday’s parent-teacher eting?"
Isabella’s spirits lifted, she smiled sweetly, her eyes teasing, "You could ask Julian to co. He’d definitely be the most eye-catching parent there."
Imagining that man sitting in the classroom being criticized, Claire Green’s eyelashes fluttered.
"You’re overthinking," Claire Green said, lowering her leg as she slowly walked forward.
Isabella pouted, trailing behind her, constantly persuading, "What do you an overthinking? Julian’s definitely the right choice. If all the parents are there and Olivia’s isn’t, people will definitely laugh."
To this, Claire Green replied with a faint "Oh" without any reaction.
Seeing this, Isabella’s eyes glead mischievously. Since Olivia wouldn’t speak, she would do it herself.
With this thought, Isabella slowed her pace and walked to the side, not forgetting to check back.
Standing by the stairs, she quickly dialed a number, waiting for the other side to pick up.
Julian Sia, in a eting, saw the caller on his phone, subtly frowned, and directly hung up.
Below, a group of people were on edge, wondering who dared call him with such low pressure from Mr. Sia.
Seeing the unanswered call, Isabella didn’t feel discouraged but smiled slyly, editing and sending a text, talking to herself.
"I refuse to believe you can remain indifferent."
Julian’s phone lit up, a text popped up, his expression cold. When he opened the ssage, he stood abruptly.
The people below exchanged glances, whispering.
[Julian, Olivia needs you now.]
Julian, hand in pocket, answered the call, speaking deeply, "What’s going on?"
Seeing the call returned so quickly, Isabella couldn’t help but praise herself and probed, "We have a parent-teacher eting on Wednesday, Olivia doesn’t have anyone. How about you co, Julian?"
Silence.
Isabella frowned, worried her OTP ship might not sail.
"Got it," Julian replied hoarsely.
Staring at the phone, Isabella’s face relaxed, her eyes filled with excitent. Julian agreed, finally she could enjoy so live romance.
She returned to the classroom lightly, attracting John Sinclair’s suspicious gaze, jokingly saying, "What’s wrong with you?"
Isabella glanced at him, excitedly, "Nothing wrong, I just accomplished sothing grand."
"Did you assassinate your brother?" John quickly responded.
"Go away," Isabella sat down, leaning on her hands to watch Claire Green, her smile unhidden.
Claire idly copied the test paper, unable to ignore the intense gaze. She lifted her eyes calmly, raised an eyebrow, "Turn back."
Imdiately, her phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, she glanced at Isabella and answered.
"Heard you’re having a parent-teacher eting," Julian already en route to the airport, his voice magnetic and deep.
Claire’s hand kept moving, scribbling words leaping onto paper, "Yes, on Wednesday."
The man lazily leaned against the seat, his voice pleased, low and resonant.
"Mind if I play the parent role?"
Claire’s pen paused, her eyes lifted slightly, casually saying, "If you want to co, I don’t mind."
"What’s Claire up to now," Julian asked as if inadvertently.
Silence.
Claire smirked softly, "Drawing?"
"Cough—"
The three around coughed slightly, what an artistic way to say it. Copying test papers was indeed drawing, no mistake.
Julian heard the commotion on the other side, raising an eyebrow slightly, seed like the drawing had another story.
"Hanging up now, co directly on Wednesday," Claire spoke softly and hung up.
Her eyes appeared indifferent as she looked at Isabella, "Nothing to say?"
Isabella smiled slyly, "I know nothing."
Imdiately, she sat up quickly, pretending not to notice the gaze behind.
...
The next day.
Lawrence White entered the classroom to find forty copies of punishnt notes, chuckling.
He slapped the notes in hand, smiling, "See?
This is the consequence of ssing up, whether you’re a beautiful school flower or an unruly school bully, you’ll obediently copy."
Claire Green "..."
Totally unnecessary.
"Lawrence, what about those twenty portrait sketches," John Sinclair yelled from his seat.
Lawrence’s face showed a smile, "John, you seem very interested. Care to copy so?"
John’s face froze for a few seconds, waved it off, "I’ll pass."
To know Olivia copied all day yesterday severely altered my perception, seeming nothing like soone who’d act impulsively.
After class.
John and Sebastian Winn went to a milk tea shop, scanned the beverage nu, and decisively ordered.
"One orange flavored milk tea, full sugar, then three original flavors, half sugar."
Then handed over the paynt code.
Carrying the milk tea back to the classroom, he placed the full sugar one directly on Claire’s desk, mumbling.
"Olivia, your milk tea."
"Thanks."
Claire nodded and took a sip straightaway; it tasted good.
...
At night, a book blogger launched a search for LQ topic on Weibo.
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Soon, readers poured into DotDot, rushing towards the ten-thousand-word new book.
DotDot’s backend watched the book’s data increase exponentially, thinking soone was manipulating stats. Upon inspection, it was indeed genuine readers.
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In an instant, this topic shot to trending, more people starting to notice the book.
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