Chapter 48: Atmosphere Chapter 48: Atmosphere Compared to the somber atmosphere in the Evergreen Class, it was once again a scene of chaos in the International Class.
“I’m so thrilled!
Seventeenth place, seventeenth place, I’ve tutored a student into seventeenth place!
Do you know what this ans?
It ans that we’ve made a great start in our International Class!” Teacher Logan strode over, his face flushed with excitent and his eyes slightly moist.
He was about to pull Maureen up.
But Liam stopped him in ti, irritably saying, “Teacher Logan, as a role model, you should remain composed.” The students from the international class looked at Maureen in awe—they now understood why Liam had initially had such a strong aversion towards this transfer student but eventually began to accept her.
Perhaps it was because they’d noticed her good grades and wanted to copy from her howork.
But why was this student who transferred from a regular class so impressive?
Could it be that she had been pretending to be weaker than she was, only to surprise everyone with her true abilities?
In any case, everyone was very surprised.
Wayner, who had earlier rashly comnted that Maureen’s grades were terrible, felt sheepish, his face swelling with embarrassnt and he dared not lift his head.
“Seventeen?
There won’t be another mistake this ti, right?” Maureen exclaid in surprise.
Although she tried to maintain her calm, she couldn’t hide the joy that filled her heart, a happiness no less than that of Mr.
Logan.
Although it was just a monthly test, it signified the possibility of a complete change in her fate.
Liam didn’t know why seeing her so joyful gave him a peculiar sense of satisfaction, as if he’d just completed a level in a ga.
Seeing Maureen abruptly stand up, her face full of excitent, he promptly stood up too.
Turning her head to look at Liam, Maureen’s joyful expression faltered montarily.
Huh?
Why did he stand up when she did?
Liam thought that at this mont, Maureen must be at the point of tears from sheer joy, and by the look in her eyes, it seed like she wanted to suddenly throw herself into his arms.
He zipped up his jacket, blushing from head to toe, raised his chin, and said defiantly, “Bring it on!” with a resolute air of one facing death without fear.
Maureen: ?
Maureen didn’t get what he was going to do.
Liam would go mad more than a hundred tis a day.
She got used to it and quickly sat down.
Niel: “…” Liam: “…” Wasn’t he supposed to hold her?
Both embarrassed and annoyed, Liam touched her nose, and quickly treated it as if nothing had happened, and turned her head to sit down casually.
After such a jest, everyone cald down, except for Teacher Logan.
At least until next month, in the office, when he heard Teachers Brown and Mrs.
Miller praising the good grades of a certain student in their class, he didn’t have to pretend to be a happy boy while feeling sour inside!!!
Who was it that persuaded Maureen not to take the monthly test earlier?
It was him!
Teacher Logan was simply too glad that Maureen didn’t listen to him!
========= After getting such an excellent score, the arts teacher who previously asked Maureen to be the host ca again that afternoon.
However, Maureen was just going to the bathroom when she arrived, so she missed her.
So, she simply left a ssage for Maureen to co and find her in her office in the next few days.
After the third lesson in the afternoon, Teacher Logan called Maureen to the office.
He first applauded Maureen, then inquired about her studies.
He had always had a soft spot for Maureen, having even allowed her to choose her own seat when he first transferred to the international class.
Now that he saw her as a promising sprout worth cultivating, he had beco even more attentive.
“But I’m puzzled as to why you always perford so poorly in the normal class before.” Mr.
Logan uttered curiously as he carefully examined Maureen’s work, saying, “Just by looking at your work, it seems unlikely that you could have ranked 600th or 700th in the regular class.” Before Maureen could respond, the office door was pushed open.
Mr.
Nolan the head of class 6, entered the room holding a tea cup, stating, “I’m curious about this too.” “You’re here?” said Mr.
Logan as he glanced at Mr.
Nolan then spoke to Maureen, “Your forr headteacher asked to take care of you when you transferred classes.” Maureen quickly thanked, “Thank you, Mr.
Nolan!” “What’s there to thank for?
Mr.
Logan, don’t make the child flattered with your nonsense.” Seeing Maureen standing in front of Mr.
Logan’s desk, Mr.
Nolan pulled out a chair for her and said, “Sit.” Seeing Mr.
Nolan, Maureen felt warmth.
During her ti in class 6, he was always very kind to her.
Mr.
Nolan chuckled, “Our Maureen is quite a success, isn’t she?
Several teachers from the general class were talking about it during lunch.
They said that the student who transferred from my class 6 outperford most of the students from the three competition classes during the recent monthly test.
I feel so proud.” “Did that reach your ears?” Said Maureen, scratching her face, feeling a bit embarrassed.
She couldn’t explain the various situations that would occur during every exam in the past.
Just when she was thinking about how to respond, she thought of Professor Logan and said, “I found a great teacher for tutoring recently and have been doing lots of exercises, so my performance might have improved this way.” It’s not unheard of for a student’s grades to suddenly skyrocket in the third year of high school.
The two teachers didn’t doubt her, thinking maybe the child wasn’t putting her best efforts earlier due to family issues.
Now that she’s living on campus, away from any distractions, and having joined the redial classes, it’s natural for her grades to improve.
“It seems like you are the type of late bloor who’s capable of creating miracles in tests.
But you must continue to work hard and not fall behind.” At this point, Maureen couldn’t help but ask the question she cared about most, “Teacher Logan, is the All-School League participant decided?
With my current ranking of seventeenth, I don’t know if I will be able to participate.” “I’m also hoping you can participate.” However, Teacher Logan’s expression grew serious, and he sighed, “But it’s tough.
The decision is made by Teacher Brown, the Classroom teacher of the golden class.
He was a student of the famous retired gold dal coach Professor Logan, who also serves as the coach each year.” “Generally, out of those selected, the average grade point needs to be within the top eighteen of this building – and on top of that there are two more spots for our International Class foreign language specialists.” “Although you rank seventeenth this ti, your average score was dragged down a lot by your previous performance,” said Teacher Logan.
“So it really is a bit difficult.
However, I will ntion it to Teacher Brown.” Saying this, Teacher Logan also looked quite worried.
How much he wished that Maureen could participate because the greater her chance, the more hope he had for his bonus.
Although Maureen was sowhat disappointed, she nodded in understanding.
========== The monthly test was just a minor episode, but it directly placed Maureen into the leading group of the three classes.
At least the first battle was started, and she had a foothold in the three classes.
People calling her a transfer student were getting less, and gradually so forgot that she was originally from a regular class.
In the gold class, the announcent of results never created as much fanfare as in the evergreen class.
Teacher Brown just handed out the score report to everybody and then made a brief comnt.
Richard never really paid attention to the ranking list handed out each ti because whether he glanced at it or not, he was always first.
But this ti, he clenched the paper tightly, his knuckles turning white, his expression murky and unreadable, staring at it for a long ti.
Just as he once used to take roundabout routes, going to the building of the regular class to take a peek at the score ranking board after each exam.
Maureen ranked seventeenth.
It was within his expectations.
The gap between them was shrinking.
Richard had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
He firmly believed she would inevitably rise and stand beside him soday, allowing everyone to see her brilliance.
However, in the past, he was certain she was climbing for him.
This ti, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
She was still looking up, but it seed like her gaze was no longer directed at him.
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