Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Roasting Is Deadly, Qiqi: Not Planning to Celebrate
"What’s this?"
Claire Green leaned against the railing, looking at the transfer notification on her phone, raised an eyebrow slightly, and glanced with interest at the person in front of her.
Grace Carter chuckled, "The principal’s bonus, he said we have you to thank for this time."
"Quite straightforward."
Claire heard this and didn’t refuse, chuckling lazily, her eyes glinting with indifference.
Upon hearing.
Grace looked at her meaningfully for two seconds, then slowly said under her gaze, "The principal was originally pondering over what reward would be suitable for you. Then I figured our academic genius, although aloof, has a love for mundane things."
She initially just wanted to test if the rumor was true, and it turned out it really was.
Usually indifferent to everything, Claire surprisingly had a hidden greedy side—the contrast was truly striking.
Claire chuckled lightly, nonchalantly said, "Who told you that?"
As for Grace’s teasing, she didn’t mind.
Loving money isn’t a bad thing.
"Heard from class six not long ago. It seems in their hearts, you’re not only a big shot but also a money-loving big shot."
Grace’s lips curled on one side, speaking jokingly.
Claire gave a light laugh, put her phone back in her pocket, and lazily said, "They sure know everything. I’ll take the bonus, bring more rewards like this in the future."
Grace was stunned for two seconds, then laughter rang out joyfully; she really dared to say it.
...
"Wow, ten thousand bucks," John Sinclair exclaimed after hearing Claire Green’s account, "When did the principal become so generous?"
Seeing John’s astonished look, Claire lazily agreed, "There’s an issue."
John nodded; there’s a big issue; did old principal get a fever to act like this?
It’s known across schools that the saying goes: Claymon at One High is generous, Brightsong’s Thomas is stingy.
No one can be more generous than One High’s principal, Claymon Show, who reportedly funds all school activities out of his own pocket.
While their principal Thomas Ziegler is notoriously tight-fisted among various schools, apart from essential scholarships, it’s impossible to get a dollar more from him.
After John finished recounting Thomas’s history, Claire’s eyes held a faint smile, "He might cry this time."
"Absolutely, I bet he’s regretting it while clutching his wallet now," Sebastian Winn said, nodding vigorously.
In the principal’s office, as the group said, Thomas held his bank card, looking pained.
"Shouldn’t have given so much; it’s not like she lacks money."
Thomas mumbled regretfully, caressing the card in his hand.
Blame Grace for suggesting a bonus, had him agreeing without much thought in a moment of excitement.
Ten thousand bucks; wouldn’t it be sweet keeping it?
A while later.
A sigh escaped his lips.
...
"Miss Olivia Song did well this time; didn’t cheat again, did she?"
Gail crossed her arms, looking sarcastically at the test papers on the girl’s desk.
"Gail, you know I’ve been studying hard every day these days; why bring up the past?"
Olivia Song lowered her head with hatred flashing in her eyes, raising her head again filled with grievance.
Upon seeing.
Gail sneered, acting all concerned, "I’m just worried for you. If such a scandal breaks out, you might lose all your fans."
Looking at the pretentious girl before her, Olivia instinctively wanted to lose her temper, but suddenly, her peripheral vision caught sight of a pair of eyes, suppressing the fire within her.
"Rae..."
She had just spoken when she saw Rae Zander turn indifferently, disbelief instantly climbing up her delicate features.
Olivia clamped her lips tightly, staring at the back in front of her intently, feeling a tinge of discomfort within.
She never expected Rae would one day ignore her; after all, to her, Rae was a fool—offer a bit of sympathy, treat her nicely, and she’d always slave away for her.
Gail noticed their interaction, happiness flashing in her eyes, "Well well, national best friends in a spat, quite the rare sight."
Tossing a word, Gail didn’t bother looking at their expressions, returning happily to her seat.
Teasing Olivia Song certainly made the mood different.
"Rae, do you really plan to ignore me?"
The girl’s voice slightly aggrieved floated from behind.
Rae Zander paused, her hand on the table suddenly clenched tightly, heart constantly reminding herself not to soften and turn around.
A while later.
She softly spoke, "Wasn’t it you who gave up on me first?"
Upon those words.
Olivia’s expression instantly froze; since when is she this resentful?
Seeing her silence, Rae’s lips tugged slightly, a hint of sarcasm instantly showing.
...
"Olivia, is your birthday coming up?"
Isabella Xyler suddenly remembered something, turning and lying on the girl’s desk, squinting happily as she stared.
Claire Green raised her eyes, thought a little about the original owner’s birthday, and nodded slightly.
"That’s great; how are you planning to celebrate, why don’t we go out and play?" Isabella clapped her hands, enthusiastically proposing.
Who would have thought?
The next second, the girl directly threw cold water on her.
"Not planning to celebrate."
Upon hearing.
Isabella froze, doubting if she heard wrong; otherwise, how could someone not plan to celebrate their birthday.
Just then.
John Sinclair spoke in a low voice from the side, "Sis Claire, if I remember correctly, this birthday should be your coming of age ceremony, are you going to just brush it off?"
After hearing John’s words, Isabella slapped her forehead, "How did I forget about that? No way, it has to be celebrated."
As soon as the words fell.
Everyone saw her eagerly pulling out her phone, looking poised to do something big.
But just as she raised her hand to press down, she saw the girl looking at her with a half-smile, and couldn’t help but shiver.
The suspended hand was awkward.
"Olivia, stop staring at me, I’m feeling creeped out."
Claire Green curled her lips, "So what are you planning to do?"
Looking at her dangerous gaze, Isabella shook her head, stammering, "Nothing, I’m not planning to do anything."
Claire heard this and raised an eyebrow meaningfully, then lowered her gaze, playing her game indifferently.
The original owner hadn’t celebrated a birthday for seventeen years; why should she, an outsider, celebrate the so-called coming of age?
Sebastian Winn cautiously glanced at the girl, lowered his head, and quickly opened a small group chat on WeChat.
[Fatty: Seeing Sis Claire like this, is she really not going to celebrate?]
The message had barely been sent when John Sinclair and Isabella Xyler’s phones rang simultaneously.
The sudden sound startled Sebastian, who forgot they hadn’t disabled notifications.
He turned and glanced with his peripheral vision, relieved to see the girl focused on her game without looking at him.
Soon, replies from the two appeared in the group.
[John Sinclair: How could she not, we can’t listen to Sis Claire on this matter.]
[Isabella Xyler: Yeah, even that wallflower’s coming of age was celebrated lavishly, Olivia’s can’t be inferior.]
[Fatty: But Sis Claire’s attitude seems hard to persuade.]
[Isabella Xyler: You silly, isn’t there Mason? I just remembered Mason has already started preparing for Olivia’s birthday.]
After sending this message, Isabella covered her mouth and giggled; she had heard Mason Quinn saying he had been eagerly anticipating Olivia’s coming of age.