Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Jing Ye: Can’t Handle It, Qi Takes Over as Teacher
"What’s this, even my laughter is under your control now, brother?"
Claire Green twirled a pen, speaking with an ambiguous tone.
Who would have thought.
The man chuckled deeply twice, and leisurely looking at her, said, "No, it’s just that your laughter is so daring it’s hard for me to handle."
Understanding his implication in just a second, Claire Green’s pen-twirling hand paused for a moment, a slight blush creeping up her ears.
Suppressing the restlessness in her heart, Claire Green said lightly, "Seems brother thinks there’s not enough material. I happen to have some papers here; why don’t you do them too."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she, without waiting for the man to respond, directly picked a few blank papers from a large pile and handed them over.
Then, clutching the rest, she slowly stood up.
"I won’t interrupt your study time, brother."
Watching the girl’s seemingly flustered retreat, Julian Sia chuckled silently.
...
The people from Class 6 watched the expressionless girl on the podium, feeling overwhelmingly anxious.
Oh no, could it be that after reviewing the papers they turned in, Claire is going to settle the score?
Claire Green looked at the nervous expressions of the people below and chuckled lightly, "Do I eat people?"
Everyone shook their heads in unison, secretly thinking, you may not eat people, but you definitely hit them.
The images from the past were still vivid in their minds.
At that moment.
John Sinclair lay on the desk, speaking up, "Claire, please stop smiling. It’s making me nervous. Could you just get to the point?"
After he spoke.
Claire Green’s languid eyes fixed on him, and she said unhurriedly, "What’s there to be nervous about."
"I looked over your papers yesterday. I have to say, they were quite a shock, in four words—absolutely appalling."
Listening to the girl’s calm voice, the hearts of everyone never settled.
"You’ve been drifting aimlessly in Brightsong for three years, are you planning to stay useless forever?"
Claire Green’s face was expressionless, with a tone that was cold and indifferent.
The classroom fell silent, John Sinclair and the others looked at their classmates with heads down, unsure how to respond.
Finally.
A voice broke the silence, though soft, it was clear in the quiet classroom.
"Claire, I don’t want to be a failure."
His words were like a key, instantly different voices rose in the classroom.
"I don’t want to either, Claire. I agreed for you to coach us because you make us understand better."
"I also want my family to take me seriously, instead of always being laughed at as a failure."
Watching a group of people express their unwillingness, a hint of a smile flickered in the depths of Claire Green’s eyes.
"Since you don’t want to be failures, from today on don’t follow the beaten path. All courses will be conducted according to the method I design; I will teach the future lessons."
As soon as she finished speaking, the faces of everyone lit up with joy.
A few days ago, Claire had been making them do papers, and they thought she didn’t want to teach them, but it turns out it was just to gauge their level.
Suddenly.
Sebastian Winn frowned, asking softly, "Claire, even though Mr. Cheng let you teach us, will the other subject teachers agree?"
For the past couple of days, other than Mr. Cheng’s class and self-study time, it was Claire teaching, and the rest were the regular teachers.
Upon hearing this, Claire Green’s lips curved into a slight, teasing smile and responded nonchalantly, "I forgot to mention, from now on, no other teachers will be teaching Class 6."
Was it as they thought?
Did Claire really convince those teachers?
As if to confirm their suspicions, the voice of Principal Thomas Ziegler suddenly came over the public address system.
"Good morning teachers and students, here’s an announcement. After thorough deliberation from the teachers of Class 6 of all subjects, it has been decided to let student Claire Green take over as the teacher for Class 6. She will be fully responsible for all subjects, with the teachers assisting her."
"I know there will definitely be students and teachers questioning this decision. I’ve discussed it with the teachers of Class 6: unless Class 6 passes the upcoming exam with all subjects, everything will revert."
The news caused a ripple through the entire school.
The principal and the teachers of Class 6 must be crazy.
Entrusting a seventeen-year-old girl with all-subject teaching, they admitted Claire Green had excellent grades, but handing over dozens of students to her was too much.
And expecting them all to pass the next exam, wasn’t that outlandish?
Unlike the skepticism of other classes, Class 6 was all fired up.
"Claire, rest assured, we will definitely study hard and pass the exams."
"With the goddess of learning teaching us, not passing would be an insult."
"I feel my blood boiling right now. Claire, let’s start today’s class quickly."
Claire Green leaned casually on the table, lazily saying, "Today, we’ll go over problems; come up and get your test papers."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Everyone stood up in perfect synchronicity.
One by one, they lined up to get their papers and, upon seeing the conspicuous red marks and scores on them, their expressions froze.
Claire was still quite kind to them; just this couldn’t be called appalling. This was enough for any teacher to curse and call it utter rubbish.
"John, did you pass?"
Sebastian Winn sat in his seat, glanced at the girl bowing her head on the podium, and quickly turned to ask quietly.
John Sinclair stared at his paper, reluctantly spreading his hands, "No, still far from passing."
"Same here, just scored 58."
At just this moment.
Isabella Xyler’s lips curled up, looking at the two of them, happily saying, "Too bad for you, I passed all subjects."
"Young Miss, you don’t count; we both know you’re capable. What’s the point of comparing yourself to us slackers?"
John Sinclair rolled his eyes in displeasure, speaking with exasperation.
Being from the Xyler family of the Capital City, it would be surprising if her grades weren’t good.
Suddenly.
Sebastian Winn scratched his head, "Why do I feel a chill down my spine."
John Sinclair looked up to see the girl gazing at them intently from the podium.
Instantly, their whole bodies trembled, and John kicked Sebastian’s chair strongly.
"You two, take a look for yourselves."
A bad feeling welled up in both their hearts. As they slowly turned around, they met the girl’s gaze, their faces going blank.
Claire Green lazily flipped her eyes down, "Looks like the three of you think you can handle it. Go on, tell everyone your scores."
"Claire, no need for that, everyone can see our results."
Sebastian, feeling guilty, rubbed his nose and spoke awkwardly.
Claire Green snorted softly, withdrawing her gaze calmly, and her pale fingers began writing a series of formulas on the blackboard.
Without her needing to say, everyone below automatically started taking notes meticulously.
"All the formulas you’ll need in the exam are up there. Memorize them all by heart within a day; tomorrow, each of you will recite them one by one."
Claire Green casually pulled a chair, crossed her legs, and lazily swept her gaze across everyone.
Her casual tone brooked no opposition.
"Claire, what if we can’t memorize them?" a girl asked weakly, looking at her notebook densely filled with notes.
"Try it and see," Claire Green propped her chin, her red lips curved in an amused smile, and stared at her.
The girl shook her head like a rattle, "Never mind, I’ll start memorizing immediately."
John Sinclair looked at the atmosphere in Class 6, the corners of his mouth revealing a smile.
Thinking back to Rae Zander’s question yesterday about why he was so protective of Claire, the answer was actually simple.
Her seemingly cold exterior hid a warm side.
Because she glowed, she naturally attracted people.
He had a feeling that Class 6 would shock everyone because of Claire.