Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Olivia Song Embarrassed, Qiyi’s Fan Meet-and-Greet
"Claire, I didn’t expect you to come back."
Olivia Song, carrying a tray, looked at the girl eating and spoke with some surprise.
Who would have thought.
Claire Green didn’t even lift her eyelids and continued eating her meal.
Seeing her uninterested look, Olivia Song felt embarrassed, and the gazes of everyone in the cafeteria kept glancing at them.
Suddenly.
Isabella Xyler put down her chopsticks and smiled, "Your tone makes it sound like you’re disappointed, why, are you afraid of our Olivia?"
"Isabella, that’s not right. Our school’s flower, Olivia Song, is a top student consistently in the top three of Brightsong’s grade. How could she be afraid of Claire? Although her recent grades haven’t been ideal, she might just perform exceptionally well."
"But even performing exceptionally, it should be difficult to surpass Claire. You know, our Claire is a genius who always aces everything and naps as soon as she studies."
John Sinclair and Isabella Xyler bantered back and forth, and the nearby students couldn’t help but stifle their laughter.
They were really poking at the school flower’s pride.
Though talking about acing everything and napping after studying, what they said was true, but how infuriating it sounded.
Olivia Song tightly clutched the tray with her hand, and as she looked at them, a deep look flashed in her eyes.
Just be smug; after exams, Claire Green will be under my foot.
"How could I be disappointed? I’m delighted Claire is back; now the school has another great asset," Olivia Song suppressed her thoughts and spoke gently, "Good luck, I’m going ahead."
"Ugh," Sebastian Winn shivered, "Seeing that fake gentleness makes me shiver all over."
"Haha."
John Sinclair and the others couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Claire Green looked up at the cheerful trio, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly, she said expressionlessly, "Is a little white flower worth wasting your meal time over? You must be really idle."
Seeing this, the group stifled their laughter a bit and bowed their heads to eat, but their shaking shoulders gave them away.
Seeing the group like this, Claire Green’s eyes showed a hint of helplessness, "Laugh all you want."
As soon as she finished speaking, the group couldn’t hold back their laughter, drawing everyone’s eyes.
...
"I have your exam admission tickets here. Remember, even if you get lost, never lose your admission ticket," Grace Carter looked at everyone with a soft smile, "Of course, if you do get lost, remember to come back yourself."
"Miss Grace, I have a question. If someone gets lost, how can they come back on their own?" A boy’s joking words suddenly eased the tension many were feeling.
Grace Carter thought for a moment, "Go to the police station."
Oh, boy.
First time hearing a teacher tell students to go to the police station.
The boy looked stunned, surprised by such a response.
"Alright, no joking," Grace Carter handed out the admission tickets one by one, her expression serious, "The admission ticket is your pass to the exam room. This joint exam’s importance doesn’t need my further explanation."
"Miss Grace, rest assured, if anyone loses their admission ticket, I’ll have a talk with them about their future aspirations with Claire."
John Sinclair’s cool voice sounded, his gaze sweeping around.
Immediately, a student spoke up to assure.
"Don’t worry, John, there’s no chance of that."
"Yeah, no need to trouble you and Claire."
Seeing this, Grace Carter’s lips curved upward. Youth truly is full of joy.
...
"Claire, which school are you taking the exam at?"
John Sinclair looked at his admission ticket, curious to know.
"Third High." Claire Green casually tucked her admission ticket into her pocket, answering lazily.
John Sinclair chuckled, "What a coincidence, we’ll be at the same exam venue."
"Count me in." Sebastian Winn waved the folder he was holding, chiming in.
Even Isabella Xyler, who usually had different exam venues, was visibly excited, "Haha, finally I don’t have to be separated from you guys. Let’s crush it this time."
Hearing this.
Sebastian Winn rolled his eyes, "You and Claire might crush it, but with my and John’s grades, how can we crush anything."
"Chin up, big guy," Isabella Xyler patted his shoulder, "Think about it, maybe those other exam-takers don’t score as well as you."
Finally, she added, "And if not, coming in last is still something."
"Thanks, but not comforted at all," Sebastian Winn replied with a forced smile.
The next day, the joint exam of nine schools began, and students were scattered among the various exam venues.
Claire Green and her friends stood at the entrance of Third High, watching many students hastily walking in, she raised her eyebrow slightly.
"Why do I feel like we’re here for a vacation, not an exam?" John Sinclair stroked his chin, suddenly commenting.
Isabella Xyler sighed, "You’ve just realized? Others look tense and rushed, while we are calm and relaxed."
"Let’s go in."
Claire Green played with the pen in her hand, speaking lazily.
As soon as they stepped through the school gate, they caught the attention of everyone around them.
"Wow, that girl over there looks stunning, what school is she from?"
"No idea, she’s not from our Third High."
"Didn’t they say Third High has all the beauties?"
A nearby girl, overhearing their conversation, looked at them as if to say ’how could you not know,’ "That girl is the new school tyrant of Brightsong, Claire Green."
The two listeners looked confused, wondering if they were living under a rock, since when did Brightsong get a new school tyrant?
"A girl as school tyrant, does John Sinclair approve?"
Hearing this, the girl’s eyebrows immediately furrowed, "So what if she’s a girl? These days, it’s not about gender but who has the stronger fists that decides the boss."
The two immediately understood, realizing the girl in front of them was likely a fan of Claire Green.
"I’m not going to argue with you, just look it up when you have time!" The girl left them with this and swiftly headed towards Claire Green and her friends.
Many students present recognized Claire Green, and their expressions became increasingly excited.
"I’ve only seen photos before; I didn’t expect her to look even better in person."
"Girls who are both good-looking, unpredictable, and cool when they fight are really irresistible."
The path to the teaching building was limited, and the surrounding discussions were entirely heard by Claire Green and her friends.
Sebastian Winn clicked his tongue, "Claire, doesn’t this count as a big fan meet-up?"
Those people couldn’t stop talking about Claire, and there were even outrageous girls saying they wanted to have her babies.
Come on, Claire’s a girl, the same gender, how can that be?
Claire Green casually looked over, "Jealous?"
"A bit, yeah," Sebastian Winn grinned.
Just then.
A girl in a Fifth High uniform, blushing, holding a small notebook, stood hesitantly in front of Claire Green.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze falling on the faint scars on the girl’s sleeve, pausing for a moment, she asked softly, "Anything you need?"
Once she spoke, the girl blushed even more, her hand holding the notebook started sweating.
After a while.
The group finally heard her awkwardly say, "Um, I really like you. I know you’re very good academically, so could you please sign an autograph for me?"
The girl said it all in one breath, anxiously staring at the person in front of her.
Seeing the girl’s nervous forehead sweating, Claire Green curved her lips into a thin smile.
She pulled out a tissue, gently wiping the girl’s sweat, speaking in a low voice, "I’m sorry, I can’t give an autograph, but there’s something I’d like to tell you."
The girl’s eyes dimmed when she heard ’sorry,’ but upon hearing the rest, her eyes brightened even more.
"No one is born with a smooth path, nor is anyone a genius by birth. Everyone has a purpose for being in this world, so never doubt yourself. Your efforts will be noticed.
Be happy, everything will get better, may you have a bright future adorned with blossoms."
After speaking, Claire Green’s slender, jade-like hand took her notebook and left a passage of words in elegant, free handwriting.
Seeing the message in her notebook, the girl’s eyes instantly reddened. She hadn’t said anything, yet Claire saw through it all.
"The world is large, life might be tough, but don’t let yourself be wrapped in negativity. Girl, live well, for there will always be someone to love you."