Chapter 84: Chapter 83: Top of the Grade, John Sinclair Causes a Stir on the Broadcast
Not long after.
Claire Green casually put down her pen, leaned back, and lazily rubbed her wrist.
"Finished writing, so fast."
William James spoke incredulously.
Claire Green offhandedly replied, "There’s an issue."
It was a big issue, finishing this quickly.
You know, the questions they gave weren’t simple. Although the first few were correct, the later ones still needed verification.
Next, teachers from various subjects started grading the papers, and from the first to the last question, there wasn’t a single place to deduct points.
Several people looked at the paper, thinking in bewilderment, so Claire Green’s scores were real; she turned out to be a dark horse.
"Impossible, she’s clearly a failure," Lia Zeller frantically flipped through several papers, her voice sharp, making the teachers present frown.
No teacher should talk about a student like this.
"Ms. Zeller, please mind your words," Grace Carter’s usually gentle voice carried a hint of displeasure.
Lia Zeller argued furiously, "She is, otherwise why is she always at the bottom in every exam?"
Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes towards her.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow, a wild and unrestrained curve playing at her lips.
"The questions weren’t difficult, just controlling the scores."
Tsk.
Now, everyone except Lia Zeller felt a toothache.
It’s the first time teaching for so long that someone said the questions weren’t difficult, and they ranked low on purpose to control scores.
"Alright, since Claire Green’s scores have been proven correct, everyone later should post the report cards."
Thomas Ziegler rapped on the table with a deep voice.
...
As soon as class ended, Sebastian Winn heard the scores were out and already posted on the bulletin board, and rushed downstairs eagerly.
Seeing a crowd around the bulletin board, Sebastian Winn pursed his lips, these people must be here to see Claire’s scores.
Thinking so, he squeezed his way to the front of the bulletin board and started from the last place.
Huh?
Seeing the name in last place, Sebastian Winn let out a puzzled "huh"; surprisingly, it wasn’t Claire.
He slowly moved his gaze upward, and after finishing all the papers without finding Claire Green’s name, he couldn’t help but marvel that brushing up on study materials was indeed somewhat useful.
In the end, he checked several sheets without finding Claire Green’s name until only the first one was left, his eyes widened—perhaps what Claire said was true?
Peering skeptically, he saw the name Claire Green followed by a bright "First Place."
"Damn, from slacker to top student."
A boy next to him exclaimed in disbelief.
Sebastian Winn was snapped back to reality by that sound, still somewhat dazed as he returned to the classroom.
"Fatty, what’s the situation, lose or win?" John Sinclair asked immediately upon seeing him.
Sebastian Winn blankly said, "Won, and by quite a margin."
Ah!
John Sinclair queried, "Explain clearly."
"Claire came first in the whole school," Sebastian Winn found his voice, "and scored full marks in all subjects."
Bang.
John Sinclair was so startled he fell off his chair, sitting bewildered on the floor.
Did he just hear it wrong?
Claire first, with full marks in all subjects?
Was it him or the world that was crazy?
"Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong," John Sinclair persisted.
"No," Sebastian Winn shook his head.
John Sinclair couldn’t help but hold his forehead, so among their group, one’s a top student and the other a genius.
At this time.
Claire Green walked in slowly, seeing John Sinclair sitting on the floor, she chuckled, "Is the floor cool?"
Seeing her, John Sinclair sprang to his feet with a startled exclamation.
"Claire, you actually kept it from us for so long."
Who would have thought?
Claire Green smiled, "I told you."
John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn were both bewildered, their minds racing, recalling what she said after the exam, feeling speechless.
Was that supposed to be telling?
Who wouldn’t think that was a joke?
"Keeping a low profile for so long, it’s been tough, boss."
...
"Impossible, how could I lose," Rae Zander alternated between stunned and incredulous emotions upon seeing the scores, "she must have cheated."
Hearing this, a girl couldn’t help but mock her.
"Cheating, try getting full marks in every subject, now everyone knows Claire is a low-key genius, unlike someone," she glanced sideways at the silent Olivia Song, "tch, totally outmatched."
"Zhou Jie, what do you mean."
Zhou Jie sneered, "Why, did I say something wrong? Someone always so full of themselves because of their usual grades going off to act, and look at this mess."
The argument between the two kept resounding, Olivia Song bit her lip hard, clenching her hands tightly.
How could it be, Claire Green actually got full marks?
She was always at the bottom before, was she pretending all along?
"Zhou Jie, don’t get cocky, I’ll go ask the teacher now," Rae Zander said and ran out immediately.
"Heh."
Watching her back, Zhou Jie laughed disdainfully.
So stupid, if Claire Green’s scores had issues, why would they be released?
"Teacher, I suspect Claire Green cheated."
Rae Zander sprinted to the office, didn’t knock, and barged in to report.
The teachers in the office looked over, uncontrollably glancing at Lia Zeller’s desk.
"Rae Zander, you didn’t knock for permission when entering, also who told you she cheated."
Lia Zeller was already furious, and Rae Zander came without any tact to bring this up, all her anger focused on her.
Rae Zander shrank back, stammering, "I forgot, but teacher, everyone knows Claire Green’s usual scores, how can it be full marks."
"Enough," Lia Zeller said with an annoyed face, "if there was cheating, the school would know; focus on your lessons, don’t embarrass me."
So, the scores were real.
Rae Zander left the office, dazed and disoriented.
...
"Come on, Fatty, let’s go somewhere," John Sinclair hooked an arm over Sebastian Winn, smiling mysteriously.
Having been with him for so long, how could Sebastian Winn not guess his intention, and a cunning smile appeared on his face.
Seeing the two about to leave, Isabella Xyler curiously asked, "Where to, I want to come too."
"Then let’s go, it’ll be definitely surprising."
Claire Green slightly lifted her eyelids, a fleeting warmth deep in her eyes.
Meanwhile.
Three unexpected guests appeared at the school broadcast room.
"What are we doing here," Isabella Xyler was puzzled watching the two adjusting the equipment.
John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn exchanged a glance, giggling, "Of course, we’re making a scene, you’ll know soon."
Then.
He turned on the broadcast switch, cleared his throat, and spoke earnestly, "Hello students, I’m John Sinclair."
The students across the school, confused at the sudden broadcast, perked up upon hearing the name, attentively waiting for him to continue.
"I believe everyone has seen the report cards on the bulletin board, that’s right, our Claire triumphantly seized first place in the entire grade with full marks in every subject. I ask, who else can play such a perfect score game like Claire?"
As the words fell.
Laughter erupted across the school, being praised on the broadcast was something else.
Suddenly, John Sinclair abruptly changed his tone, his eyes dark and cold.
"Before the midterm exam, student Rae Zander from Class One made a bet with Claire; I won’t say what the bet was, you all know. Now that the result is out, please have that person show everyone tomorrow how the sister blooms survive under the slap."
"Hahaha, damn, Yao, this move is genius!"
Class Six cheered pounding on tables, exclaiming with admiration.
"I’ve said what I wanted, now let’s play a song for everyone."
Following, a familiar "Goodbye, Friend" song played throughout the campus.
"John Sinclair, you did well this time," as they exited the broadcast room, Isabella Xyler praised with a thumbs-up.
John Sinclair flaunted, "Of course, honors must be done to get Claire some recognition."
In the classroom, Claire Green lay on her desk, listening to the entire broadcast, her eyes carrying a hint of a smile, the corners of her lips inadvertently curling up.
"Immature."