Chapter 135: Chapter 135: The Top Schools Are Shocked, and Sister Qi Loves Vulgar Things
Grace Carter was slightly surprised by her own words, then smiled and said, "That’s right, that’s the idea, so everyone needs to always be like a phoenix, soaring high."
A phoenix?
Everyone looked at each other, and an unachievable thought suddenly surfaced in their minds.
If it were possible, they hoped to be the phoenixes surrounding Sister Claire.
Sebastian Winn chuckled silently, "Alright, Grace, if you keep going, these people might really think they have wings and can fly."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Claire Green looked at these happy people, a hint of a smile that even she didn’t notice appearing in her eyes.
...
In less than an hour, the news of Brightsong Class Six’s collective rise had spread across several schools.
There was even a topic about it on Weibo, steadily climbing the trending list.
"Claire Green, is she the girl who got a perfect score on the joint exam?"
The principal of a high school looked at the message on his phone and frowned thoughtfully, then asked the man in front of him.
"That’s her. It’s surprising enough that she has good grades herself, but she even managed to teach Brightsong’s weakest class to succeed." The shock still hadn’t left the man’s face, and his tone was filled with admiration.
Upon hearing the answer, the principal remained silent for a moment, "Old Ziegler has recruited quite an extraordinary student this time!"
For one person to achieve such results requires formidable cohesion and credibility.
It seems that the upcoming college entrance exam is bound to shock the whole nation with Brightsong.
The other schools were also uneasy, with teachers angrily chiding their own students, frustrated at their lack of progress.
"Look, it’s the same studying, and others have grown by leaps and bounds in a short period, while you’re still standing in place."
"Studying isn’t scary; what’s scary is that so many unsuccessful people comfort themselves by thinking their grades are poor."
"Even the worst scores in Brightsong Class Six now are much higher than yours. Think about it, what reason do you have not to work hard?"
Hearing the teachers’ words, the students pouted, uncaring, "That’s just because they have Claire Green, who’s good at studying, teaching them. If she taught us, we might be better than them."
Looking at the arguing classmate, the teacher laughed instead of getting angry, "Are you saying we teachers have poor grades and aren’t qualified to teach you? Don’t always blame the teacher because you can’t learn well.
Not to mention them, even in our own school, under the same teaching methods, many have been admitted to Capital University or Seastream. How do you explain that?"
As soon as he finished talking.
No one dared to argue further.
Seeing the silence, the teacher sighed, "I’m not saying this for nothing. It’s just that with the entrance exams approaching, you still don’t seem to care, and you’ll be the ones suffering in the end."
"Think about it!"
He said this, then left the classroom with his lesson plans in hand.
The classroom was no longer as lively as before; the air of silence enveloped everyone.
At this moment.
A girl took out her textbook and began to read quietly.
Once one started, others followed, and soon the entire classroom was filled with the sound of reading aloud.
Standing outside, the teacher who hadn’t left yet was relieved. As long as they were willing to work hard, they could score a few more points on the entrance exams.
...
"Julian, your kid is something else," Mason Quinn was lying on the sofa, one hand resting behind his head, playing with an apple, looking completely at ease.
Julian Sia made a noncommittal grunt, looking at him with calm eyes.
Mason Quinn sat up with a look that said "you can’t possibly not know," "Claire Green single-handedly led the whole class to a turnaround, and now teachers from several major schools are green with envy."
Even when he first heard the news, he was shocked for quite a while before he could react, unable to suppress his curiosity about how she did it.
Upon hearing this.
Julian Sia was slightly surprised. Claire was indeed full of surprises.
The corners of the man’s lips turned up, his tone laid-back and delighted.
"Just business as usual, surprised?"
Listening to this, Mason Quinn couldn’t help but twitch his lips. Julian, could your pride be any more obvious?
Plus, he’s just a single guy, could you please be a little mindful of how you’re flaunting your emotions? It’s a bit hurtful.
"Now I really can’t wait to meet her."
To see this little deity Mason talks about, and the Sister Claire Daniel Clarke and others mention, who is she really?
Julian Sia chuckled, "You’ll get to meet her."
Seeing this, Mason Quinn couldn’t help but laugh.
...
On Weibo, the comments were now endless.
The topic "Brightsong Class Six’s transformation by one person’s power" had already reached the first place on the hot search.
"Do people like this really exist? This is terrifying!"
"Turns out it’s not that I can’t study well, I just lack a champion to lead me."
"I’m curious, when the school had that girl teach, didn’t the parents of class six have any objections?"
Soon, this comment was flooded with replies.
"I’m from class six. After my dad heard about this, he not only had no objections but was very supportive."
"Same here. My mom even wanted to come to school to see who got me to start studying."
Class Six.
Everyone had their heads down at the moment, fingers tapping away on their phone screens, stealing glances at those nearby and realizing they were all doing the same thing, feeling happy.
This sense of harmony feels really good.
"Mr. Ziegler, thanks to your suggestion last time, otherwise class six would still be a disorganized mess."
Thomas Ziegler hung up the phone, looking very pleased at Grace Carter in front of him, and smiled as he spoke.
Just that morning, he’d answered no fewer than ten calls, all inquiring about Claire Green, and the outrageous headmaster of another school even wanted to poach her.
In their dreams.
Grace Carter waved her hand, "It had nothing to do with me. I just made a suggestion. If Claire Green hadn’t agreed, things would be quite different now."
What she said wasn’t wrong. She’d been with class six for a long time, and the students hadn’t shown any improvement in their grades, just a slightly better attitude towards her compared to others.
Thomas Ziegler rubbed his chin and nodded, "That’s true. You can go out first. I’m thinking about what kind of reward to give her."
Hearing this.
Grace Carter suddenly remembered something one of her students said in class and smiled, "Why don’t you give her a cash prize?"
"A cash prize, are you sure she’d like something so mundane?"
Thomas Ziegler furrowed his brow, pondering its feasibility.
Grace Carter had a mysterious expression on her face and said meaningfully with a smile, "Maybe our academic genius has a taste for mundane things."
Thomas Ziegler fell into thought, and after a while, he decided, "Perhaps, then a cash prize it is. You can hand it to her."
With that, Thomas Ziegler didn’t give Grace Carter a chance to speak and directly transferred ten thousand yuan to her account.
Looking at the balance on her phone, Grace Carter was surprised, "Isn’t this too much, Principal?"
Generally, school cash prizes don’t exceed five thousand, and now it’s doubled.
"Not at all, not at all. Besides, she doesn’t lack money," Thomas Ziegler said with a cheerful smile, his body wrapped in a good mood.
After all, that little deity bought up Brightsong overnight and became a shareholder.
Ten thousand yuan doesn’t even fill a gap in her teeth.
Seeing this, Grace Carter stopped insisting, "Alright, I’ll be going then."
"Go ahead."