Chapter 96: Chapter 95: Benjamin Green Takes the Initiative, Indulged Without Fear
"George, take me back to the old mansion."
Benjamin Green ran down the stairs, abruptly addressing the man on the sofa.
His words instantly silenced the living room, with a few people staring at him in surprise.
Mason Quinn scratched his ear, half-jokingly said, "Did I hear that right? Is a certain little rascal actually wanting to go back on his own? Maybe the sun rose from the west today."
Everyone in the circle knew that little master Green extremely disliked returning to the old mansion, and the reason was one that made people laugh and cry.
It’s said that he didn’t want to go back because going back meant going to school, and given that his intelligence was much higher than other kids, he was more mature mentally. Every time the kids at school saw him, their eyes lit up, and one time a little girl almost kissed him. Since then, Benjamin developed a shadow and was firm not to go back to the old mansion.
Thinking of past events, Mason couldn’t help but burst into laughter, causing George and the others to look at him inexplicably.
"Mason, what’s so funny," Benjamin pouted unhappily.
"Haha, nothing, just suddenly remembered why you didn’t go back," Mason said while laughing.
Done talking.
George and Caleb, who knew the inside story, couldn’t help but chuckle.
Benjamin was taken aback, just agreeing earlier, completely forgetting this matter. Is there still time to change his mind?
Caleb, who had been watching him, saw his expression and spoke indifferently, "Since you just said it yourself, I can’t refuse. I’ll have Lou Ze take you back later."
"George, I think we can still discuss this," Benjamin pulled his arm, looking hopeful, "Pretend I didn’t say anything earlier, okay?"
"You have to take responsibility for what you say, right Benjamin?" George commented easily.
I feel nothing.
I’m still a kid, why should I bear this?
Benjamin said nothing, but everyone present was sharp enough to see what he was thinking.
"Alright, it’s decided then," Caleb no longer gave him room to retreat, simply made a call to have someone take him back.
"Tsk tsk, the little rascal’s ’hellish’ life is about to begin."
Mason witnessed the whole thing, making mocking comments.
....
The next day.
John Sinclair and the others entered the classroom to see a girl in a relaxed pose holding her chin on the desk, casually flipping through something at a particular spot.
After a few seconds.
John’s bright voice teased, "Claire, you’re really early!"
A fellow latecomer specialist actually arrived early for a day.
Claire Green lifted her eyelid, her voice indifferent, "You’re pretty proud of being late?"
Upon hearing this.
John’s body froze as he was about to sit down, looked over in disbelief, his eyes accusing.
What the heck, Claire, won’t your conscience hurt saying that?
Speaking of being late, the whole school couldn’t find another person who could rival you, not only do you arrive late, but leave early and request leave.
"Am I being mocked now?"
Claire’s eye slanted maliciously, leisurely watching him.
John’s body shook, how could she know this.
He shook his head, weakly said, "Absolutely not, I wouldn’t mock you, Claire."
"Haha, John’s bad temper vanished ever since Claire arrived," Sebastian laughed watching the two.
Before John could speak, Isabella chimed in gleefully, "The former school bully turned into a little lamb, is it moral decay or Claire’s aura suppression?"
After listening, John exposed a sinister smile to the two, squeezed words through his teeth, "You’ll soon understand if I’m a little lamb."
As soon as he finished.
John kicked the chair aside, flexed his wrist and walked towards them coldly.
Isabella quickly hid next to Claire, not forgetting to provoke, "I’m Claire’s little pom, feel free if you dare."
Faced with her smug look, John gritted his teeth but when he met the gaze of the person beside her, he instantly admitted defeat.
But Sebastian wasn’t so lucky, directly grabbed by the collar and dragged out by John.
Watching them leave the classroom, Isabella couldn’t help but worry, "Will chubby be okay?"
Claire chuckled, "John has his limits."
Since she said so, Isabella felt relieved.
Not long after.
John strolled in calmly, followed by Sebastian covering his face.
"Chubby, why are you covering your face?" Isabella glanced suspiciously at the delighted John, cautiously asked.
Sebastian remained silent, only after a while he muttered, "Unfit to be seen."
John hit them hard, clearly saying don’t hit on the face, yet he aimed directly for it. Now his face probably resembles a pig’s head.
What even.
Isabella looked puzzled, nodded towards John, "What did you do to chubby, why can’t he show his face."
"Your mind always busy over something, eating so much but only growing in stature not in brains, huh?"
John poked her forehead, speaking in a caustic tone.
"Get lost, don’t act like you have them," Isabella rolled her eyes at him.
Claire glanced at the face-covering Sebastian, intrigue flashed briefly in her eyes, her lips curled, both bad and charming.
She spoke lazily, "How long is chubby planning to cover up?"
Upon hearing her voice, Sebastian quietly replied, "Until the end of time."
"Chubby, enough, it’s just a little bruise, what’s the big deal?" John couldn’t stand it anymore, directly pulled his hand away, exposing his face to their view.
Seeing his face, Isabella gasped, suppressed laughter, "Chubby, your face now resembles those pig dolls in the mall."
After saying that, she immediately burst into laughter, this was too funny.
Even Claire’s delicate lips showed a slight arc.
Seeing this, Sebastian resigned, "I knew this would happen, you did say only I would get hurt."
"She’s a girl, whenever you go for a sex change you can enjoy not being punched benefits."
Sebastian pouted hearing this, "Don’t think I didn’t know your petty thoughts, those years were ultimately misguided."
Indeed, brothers are like clothes, the favored ones are always fearless, like the girl currently laughing merrily.
"What sly thoughts, care to share?" Isabella, who usually pairs them in her mind, wasn’t aware of any in her own emotions, straightforwardly asked.
John’s face showed hints of panic, warningly glanced at Sebastian, "Don’t listen to him babble."
Claire casually observed the three, somewhat speechless.
.....
Cafeteria.
Rae Zander was distracted all morning after knowing of Claire Green’s return, repeatedly lectured by the teachers.
What to do, her return meant punishment would start.
Do I really have to hit Olivia?
Olivia Song sat opposite her, noticing her demeanor, spoke gently with concern, "Why do you look so glum, feeling unwell?"
Rae forced a smile, "It’s nothing, let’s eat."
Seeing the girl eating quietly, Olivia’s eyes flashed cold, she also knew about Claire’s return to school, so Rae what will you do?