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They finished their al rather quickly today, so they returned to the classroom earlier than usual.
When Daisy Zane entered the classroom, Marsh Turner was sitting across the aisle from Alie Quentin, surrounded by a crowd of people.
Everyone seed to be engaged in a heated discussion about sothing.
Daisy Zane ruffled Alie Quentin’s hair and took her seat, noticing that William Butch had arrived.
During the morning self-study session, the seat in front of her had been empty.
William Butch was, as usual, keeping his head down, as if he wanted to isolate himself from the rest of the world.
Daisy Zane thought of the materials Holt Lawrence had given her.
But just as she began to consider matters, Holt Lawrence’s na entered her earshot.
Daisy Zane glanced to the side.
Then she asked Alie Quentin, “What are they discussing?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t listen.” Alie Quentin responded listlessly, her voice lacking energy.
Upon seeing this, Daisy Zane touched her forehead. She wasn’t feverish.
“What are you doing?”
“Why are you so down?” Daisy Zane asked, “Why is our nation’s flower wilting?”
Alie Quentin glanced at her and then huffily looked away again.
Daisy Zane was about to tease her a little more when Marsh Turner suddenly ca over, a crowd in tow.
“Daisy, long ti no see.”
“We just saw each other last Friday.”
“But it’s been two days already.”
Daisy Zane lifted the corner of her mouth and asked, “What are you discussing?”
“Celestial Pivot,” Marsh Turner answered, “Daisy, have you ever heard of Celestial Pivot? The Celestial Pivot Detective Agency.”
Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow: “I’ve heard a bit about it.”
At the sa ti, William Butch, who had heard these two words, gently stroked the tips of his fingers resting on his legs, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
“Daisy, you know about Celestial Pivot too.” Turner Daniel also turned around and asked.
Daisy Zane nodded.
“On Wednesday, Celestial Pivot is holding a mber selection.” Marsh Turner said.
Naturally, Daisy Zane knew about it. She just didn’t expect this matter to be discussed at school.
Was Celestial Pivot actually that well-known among students? Weren’t a lot of people supposed to be unaware of what Celestial Pivot does?
And judging by their intense interest, it seed they were all very intrigued.
“Are you all planning on participating?” Daisy Zane casually asked.
The bustling crowd suddenly fell silent after her question.
Daisy Zane looked at them.
A few seconds later, Marsh Turner cleared his throat: “Daisy, that’s the Celestial Pivot Detective Agency. We’re afraid that we can’t even open the Celestial Pivot Assessnt page.”
After he finished, a few people behind him nodded earnestly.
“Moreover, this ti the questions are set by Nathan Ninevara. That implies that the selection standards this ti are at least two levels higher than previous years.” Marsh Turner and the boys around him looked at each other, respect and fear evident in their eyes, “Daisy, do you know about Nathan Ninevara? He’s the world’s No.1. An unbeatable hacker.”
Before Daisy Zane could respond, a snigger erged from the crowd.
Although the sound wasn’t loud, everyone was listening to Marsh Turner talk, so this unfriendly laugh was very noticeable.
The people around all turned to look.
A crowd of people, like a wall, blocked Daisy Zane’s view.
But she soon figured out who it was, because Jessica Maxwell’s voice rang out, filled with false innocence: “Aren’t you guys being a bit unfair, how could Daisy know all this. Discussing it this way would only make Daisy uncomfortable, won’t it?”
The implications was enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable.
Olivia Lane directly retorted: “Yes, you seem to know a lot. You’d even dig up graves from a thousand years ago to ask the deceased about their lives.”
Such fiery temper
Daisy Zane chuckled quietly.
Jessica Maxwell’s face imdiately darkened. But neither Daisy Zane nor Olivia Lane could see it.
Marsh Turner, afraid that they would start fighting, imdiately tried to smooth things over.
But just as he was about to speak, Jessica Maxwell started again. Her voice was loud and confident: “Of course I know. My cousin will be taking the test. And She will definitely pass.”
Although school had only been in session for less than a month, nearly everyone in class knew that Jessica Maxwell’s cousin was Bonnie Maxwell.
Because of the relation between the Maxwell and Clark families, everyone indulged her, or rather, yielded to her.
In this class, only Marsh Turner and Olivia Lane did not indulge her.
Marsh Turner, being a boy, would only speak up when Jessica Maxwell crossed the line.
But Olivia Lane was different, she confronted her head-on.
Sotis, it even seed like Olivia Lane might slap her right across the face.
Everyone was unaware of Olivia Lane’s status, they just assud she was courageous.
Seeing everyone looking at her, Jessica Maxwell tossed her chin up again and said, “My sister will prove through her actions that the Celestial Pivot’s assessnt can’t stop her.”
Nobody spoke.
After all, in their minds, Bonnie Maxwell was not only beautiful, but also talented in both literary and martial arts, almost omnipotent, and capable of anything.
The Celestial Pivot’s assessnt might indeed not be a challenge for her.
Most importantly, she held the title of future wife of Harton Clark.
Who at this table would dare to provoke the Clark Family? That was simply suicidal.
Only Olivia Lane spoke up: “Oh, you an Bonnie Maxwell. You sounded so confident I thought you were talking about yourself. Whether others can make it or not, what’s there for you to be so proud of?”
Everyone’s gazes imdiately fell on Olivia Lane.
The two boys who shared a table behind Olivia Lane were standing by Marsh Turner, discussing their previous topic. Seeing this, they signaled her repeatedly to stop talking.
But Olivia Lane, in a bad mood, did not shut up: “If your sister is so capable, why doesn’t she break the Celestial Pivot’s defense system?”
“Olivia Lane, you ” As Jessica Maxwell spoke, she got up and walked towards her.
However, Marsh Turner blocked her after only one step, looking at her with downcast eyes.
Jessica Maxwell’s chest rose and fell dramatically as her face contorted in anger: “Marsh Turner, step aside.”
“What for if I do? To start a fight?” Marsh Turner said calmly.
“None of your business.”
“What if I insist on interfering?”
“So you’re taking Olivia Lane’s side against ?” Jessica Maxwell glared at him, “Do you know who I am? Do you want to offend the Maxwell Family? Or the Clark Family?!”
Upon hearing ‘Clark family’, Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow.
Olivia Lane looked at her and then leaned close, whispering in her ear, “Everyone in Imperial Capital secretly says that Bonnie Maxwell is Harton Clark’s future wife. When you get ho, you should teach Harton Clark a lesson.”
“Your suggestion is not bad,” the glint of amusent in Daisy Zane’s eyes deepened.
Upon hearing her reply, Olivia Lane suddenly felt a little happier. She completely forgot that her voice was being picked up by the microphone.
She was burying a super huge pit for herself down the line.
Marsh Turner said: “Don’t try to scare with that, I’m not falling for your tricks.”
Jessica Maxwell was quivering with rage, but if she backed down now, she would lose face. She had to settle things with Olivia Lane.
Looking at her still not backing down, Marsh Turner thought to himself, lady, I’m trying to save you.
If you so much as touch Olivia Lane’s clothes today,
Tomorrow, the Lane Family’s helicopter could be hovering above your house.
The stalemate between them wasn’t resolved until a few girls, under the guise of comforting her, led Jessica Maxwell away.
Only then did the farce end.
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