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Before entering the school, Daisy Zane made a call to Holt Lawrence, asking him to check if she had been captured by surveillance caras along the path she had just taken.
And also the surveillance of her scaling the school’s wall.
Used to her constant vigilance, especially now that she is under the public eye, every move of hers could be amplified limitlessly.
She wasn’t afraid, just found it botherso.
If one problem could be reduced, then so be it.
Naturally, Holt Lawrence agreed readily.
However, after Daisy Zane returned to the dormitory, went to wash and rinse in secret, and quietly ca back to bed, she discovered a ssage from Holt Lawrence sent about ten minutes ago.
[There’s sothing weird. I just checked the surveillance that captured you and didn’t touch it. Soone hacked it before .]
Daisy Zane: [?]
Holt Lawrence: [The skills are decent, took so ti to bypass him. This person used a computer in a black internet cafe to hack the surveillance. By the ti I checked, the computer was just logged off.]
Daisy Zane: [You an, you couldn’t find any useful information?]
Holt Lawrence: [The other party is too cautious, leaving nothing behind. If it wasn’t for the good skills, all the temporary data, seems like a beginner hacker trying to test his hand at hacking surveillance.]
Daisy Zane: [A ‘beginner’ that still commands your ti.]
[… Don’t make fun of . Is this an acquaintance of yours? I specially checked, he just hacked the surveillance. Seems like he did it to protect you.]
Daisy Zane: [I don’t know, no impression.]
[ I wanted to say, if it’s an acquaintance of yours, quickly introduce him to Celestial Pivot. With these skills, I can open the backdoor for him. Prevent the at from overflowing to outsiders.]
Daisy Zane: [I don’t know him, I’m going to sleep.]
Upon saying this, Daisy Zane turned off her mobile phone and laid down.
She thought for a while about who it might be in her head, but could not think of anyone, so she slept.
…
The Celestial Pivot’s assessnt runs on Wednesday from zero o’clock to 23:59.
During this ti, your start ti is not restricted.
As long as it’s within this ti fra, you can answer the questions whenever you want.
If you have confidence to pass the assessnt, no one cares if you start answering the questions at 23:00.
This year, because Nathan Ninevara participated in the test formulation, the number of people participating in the assessnt exploded.
Holt Lawrence sat in front of the computer, dropping a few goji berries in his thermos cup. Watching the increasing numbers of participants on the screen, he let out a sigh of marvel.
The number of people is already twice as much as the last batch.
Nathan Ninevara’s reputation Truly well-deserved.
Daisy Zane never cared about the assessnt, so she didn’t pay any attention to it.
Upon waking from sleep, she went straight to class.
Mornings went as usual, doing assignnts, going through assignnts
Once class was over, Marsh Turner ca over to chat with a few other boys.
Moreover, his view of Daisy Zane changed.
In the past, he admired Daisy Zane, but after one night, it has now beco admiration.
In his mind, the image of a weak and helpless person suddenly surged, powerful and brave, indifferent, seemingly worldly, yet hiding trendous potential and strength.
“It’s the new season, Marsh, are we playing ranked tonight?” One of the boys asked.
Marsh Turner, who didn’t get a good night’s rest the night before due to being startled by Daisy Zane, was only supported by a single thread of energy, “Is Alie Quentin playing?”
Alie Quentin was playing a single-player ga and casually replied without lifting her head, “I have to stay in the dorm, no ti.”
Marsh Turner, whose mind seed a bit foggy, asked a similar question to Kana Davis who lived in the dormitory after asking Alie Quentin, “Kana, do you play gas? I’m terrific, I can carry you.”
Daisy Zane mimicked Alie Quentin’s tone and said, “Residing in the dorm, no ti.”
Alie Quentin:
Marsh Turner smiled, “Kana, your new show blew up again. When I got ho yesterday evening, I saw my mom crying while watching your TV series in the living room, saying that the female lead has such a tough life.”
“That’s right,” William Butch also said, “I opened my Facebook and saw two kinds of voices. One type was praising how good the TV series is and your acting. The other type was urging for more updates.”
“Yeah, the broadcaster even crashed for two minutes yesterday. Because when it was ti for the show to air, an influx of people caused it to crash.”
Daisy Zane raised the corners of her lips slightly, not too concerned about the TV series, instead saying, “Does William Butch play gas?
With his back to them, William Butch suddenly stiffened.
Turner Daniel and Olivia Lane first glanced at Daisy Zane, then both turned their attention to William Butch.
The rest of the people looked at William Butch’s back. After two seconds, Marsh Turner reacted, saying, “William Butch, it’s almost a month since the start of school, we haven’t exchanged contact information, right? Let’s add each other. I’ll play the ga with you, sweeping across the gorge.”
After Marsh Turner finished speaking, William Butch paused for two seconds before stuttering, “I, I am not good at gaming.”
As he spoke, Marsh Turner breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, “No problem, I’m here. Let’s exchange contact information first.”
As he said this, Marsh Turner took out his cell phone first.
anwhile, Daisy Zane subtly raised her eyebrows. This situation was better than imagined, at least there was a line of communication.
William Butch thought that Marsh Turner was only being polite, but he actually put his cell phone on his desk wanting his contact information.
Seeing his phone, William Butch paused for a while before taking out his own cell phone and adding his contact information.
The morning passed uneventfully.
But in the afternoon, not long after first period had begun, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor.
The first class was Math, and Skyler Thomas was enthusiastically absorbed in teaching from the podium.
However, nearly half of the students below could not rouse their spirits and were slumping, listless.
But upon hearing the noise outside, their heads were all simultaneously raised like flowers watered with nectar, all looking outside.
Just as the gossip was sparked, the door of the classroom was abruptly kicked open.
The students who were attentively listening to the class were startled, so scared into yelling.
Even Skyler Thomas was startled. The chalk that was on the blackboard suddenly traced a parabola. She looked at the entrance in shock and, without thinking, put herself in between the person responsible and the classroom.
Daisy Zane watched the parabola drawn by Skyler Thomas and turned her eyes to the door. At the sa ti, she raised her hand to rub Olivia Lane’s head, comforting her startled little heart.
There were approximately eight or nine individuals outside the classroom.
Both n and won, almost all of them were around forty-five or older.
Among them, three were principals and teachers trying to resist the several infuriated individuals.
“May I ask what’s the matter?” Skyler Thomas asked towards the principal whose forehead was beaded with sweat.
“Where’s Marsh Turner?! We are looking for him!” One of the won said.
“Yes, we’re looking for him!”
Hearing this na, more than half of the students turned their heads to look at Marsh Turner.
Marsh Turner had a bewildered look on his face.
When the students turned around, the people at the entrance imdiately recognized Marsh Turner and stepped forward to walk into the classroom.
Skyler Thomas imdiately stood in front of them, and the teachers along with the principal also stopped them.
Skyler Thomas said, “He is my student, tell what’s the matter.”
“Tell you! What could we tell you! He hit my son! My son is still lying in the hospital! By telling you, can my son get better right away?”
“Yes, my son is also at the hospital. How do you teach? What kind of students do you teach! Besides fighting, what else can he do! If I were you, I would be too ashad to stand at the podium.”
“Get out of the way! Let him out! So what! Does he think he can get away with hitting my son!”
George Dunn turned his head to look at Marsh Turner, paused for a while and asked, “Who did you fight with? Did you cause a serious injury? It’s created quite a fuss.”
Marsh Turner looked at the several parents in front. One or two of them seed familiar, probably the parents of a few boys from Class 8. The fight didn’t involve him, but it was impossible for him to bring up Daisy Zane’s na: “I had a bit of a dispute.”
George Dunn was a bit confused, murmuring to himself, “Why is it being blown out of proportion, it shouldn’t be this way.”
Marsh Turner’s family background was well-known here, theoretically the matter shouldn’t have escalated like this.
The few parents were very emotional, they were trying to rush into the room while arguing. Skyler Thomas forcefully stopped them, saying, “If he really did get into a fight, the school will give everyone a satisfactory explanation. Please calm down and let us understand the situation first.”
“Calm down, how do we calm down.” The woman in front suddenly pushed Skyler Thomas, “If your child was hit, would you be able to calm down?”
Skyler Thomas was pushed, her back hit the desk behind her which was pushed away. Thankfully, the girl behind her swiftly helped her, preventing her from falling to the ground.
When Skyler Thomas was pushed, more than half of the students in the class stood up. Especially the boys, all of them stood behind Skyler Thomas.
Helping Skyler Thomas and confronting the parents. It seed as though if they dared to lay their hands on Skyler Thomas again, they would retaliate.
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