CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: QIJIE DOESN’T LOVE MONEY—IT’S PROBABLY AN ACT

In the past few days, Class Six has once again become the positive example teachers talk about after the monthly exam.

The reason is that in the recent quiz, all the Class Six students made it into the top 100 of the grade.

It’s important to note that not long ago they had just surpassed the monthly exam, and now they’ve all taken another step forward.

At this moment.

Class Six is buzzing with excitement.

A group of people, accompanied by their families, entered the classroom with excitement, and the whole Class Six was instantly packed.

The girl who was playing a game suddenly felt a shadow over her, and when she looked up, she saw people surrounding her.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and nonchalantly spoke, "Is today a parent-teacher meeting?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

John Sinclair scratched the back of his head and stepped forward, speaking somewhat embarrassedly, "Uh, Sis Claire, my dad insisted on coming over to thank you..."

Before he could finish, a thump landed on his head.

Jim Sinclair glared at him, "Kid, are you going to talk or what, what’s with the ’uh’—did you forget what I told you before we left?"

Never mind the girl’s connection to the Sia family, just her transforming his kid to this extent was reason enough for him to come in person.

Originally, he had no hope for John Sinclair’s grades, but he was pleasantly surprised.

Third place in the entire grade, something he would never have even dared to dream of before, was now achieved.

John Sinclair, hearing the low laughter around him, pouted; the old man didn’t even give him any face, and if he repeated what was said before leaving, Sis Claire might just kick him into the sea.

"Dad, Sis Claire wouldn’t care that much, you wanted to thank her, right?"

Thank her quickly and leave quickly.

Upon hearing this.

Jim Sinclair gave him a look meaning ’I’ll deal with you later,’ and handed the gift in his hand to the girl with a smile.

"Miss Green, thank you for giving the kid a hand. I’m not sure what you like, so I hope you’ll accept this small token of appreciation."

Claire Green looked at the items before her but didn’t reach out to take them, instead she softly said, "There’s no need; John Sinclair’s current grades are the result of his own hard work."

After all, she didn’t have the patience to coach someone who couldn’t be helped.

Jim Sinclair, hearing this, couldn’t help but admire her. Indeed, someone whom Master Jing favored, unfazed by honor or disgrace, and even more indifferent to material possessions.

If John Sinclair knew his old man’s thoughts, he’d probably scoff. The idea that Sis Claire isn’t interested in money is likely false.

"I know my son’s temperament. He doesn’t listen to anyone and has no interest in studying. Miss Green, please just accept it."

Jim Sinclair didn’t wait for her reaction, placed the gift on the desk, and stepped aside to let others come forward.

The following time.

Class Six became a large gift-giving scene, leaving Claire Green from initially nonchalant to entirely helpless.

She could tell the parents’ gratitude was genuine, making it impossible for her to even get angry.

After the parents left, Lawrence White, who had been watching outside the classroom for a long time, slowly walked in.

He looked teasingly at the girl surrounded by gifts and spoke with a smile, "Claire, how does it feel to be so highly praised?"

It’s a student receiving gifts, if it were a teacher, they would have been reported instantly.

Upon hearing this.

Claire Green paused slightly, crossed her fair fingers under her chin, and lazily retorted, "And how is your progress with Grace?"

Bam.

Lawrence White lost his balance, hitting his knee on the teacher’s desk.

No way, how did this girl know he was pursuing Grace Carter, did he make it that obvious?

"Claire, you really know how to joke around."

He steadied himself, speaking in a stiff tone.

Everyone saw his reaction and immediately knew something was up, all making a collective sound of intrigue.

"White, do you want us to help you strategize?"

"Exactly, three heads are better than one. With our help, winning over Grace is a sure thing."

Lawrence White pondered for a while, realizing they made sense, he then joined them in discussion, completely forgetting why he had come to Class Six in the first place.

John Sinclair looked at the heads huddled together over there, speaking softly, "Sis Claire, how did you know he was after Grace?"

"I accidentally overheard his confession."

Claire Green answered casually, pushing the gifts on the table aside and slowly laying down to sleep.

At this moment, John Sinclair couldn’t help but exclaim to himself, damn, he missed such big news.

...

After class, more students gathered in the hallway.

Suddenly, someone asked, "What’s up with Class Six, I heard their class was in an uproar."

"What do you think happened? My friend said the parents of those Class Six students came with gifts specifically to thank Claire Green."

Once that was said.

The hallway fell silent, and everyone’s gaze turned toward the last classroom.

Having been in school this long, it’s their first time hearing about students being thanked instead of teachers. Claire Green must mean a lot to them.

After a while.

Someone murmured, "To live life like Claire Green, it’s not in vain to come to this world."

Upon hearing this, someone immediately echoed.

"Indeed, with divine looks and academic achievements, leading her classmates to success and receiving thanks from their parents - it seems aside from her background, she’s flawless."

Upon hearing this, Olivia Song passing by gritted her teeth involuntarily at this, why should an orphan like her receive such high praise?

And those people coming solely to thank her, are they out of their minds? Clearly, they’re all prominent figures in Bayne City, and they’re thanking a nobody, aren’t they ashamed to say this?

Ever since that nobody transferred to Brightsong, all attention and spotlight had been stolen from Olivia Song.

Recalling the hot search she saw on Weibo a while ago - the owner of the Manor of River Hills celebrating a girl’s birthday - an absurd thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Could that girl be Claire Green?

Olivia Song’s eyes darkened, she wanted to go ask around Class Six, but recalling the near-death experience from her last visit there, her feet felt heavy as lead, unable to take a step.

She shook her head, dismissing the impractical notions in her mind, perhaps she was overthinking it.

After all, that man, though intimidating in appearance, couldn’t possibly belong to the Sia family.

After all, with people of their stature, what kind of woman wouldn’t they have, why would they fancy a nobody whose biological parents are unknown?

Suddenly.

An idea crossed Olivia Song’s mind, and a smile appeared on her face, puzzling the students in the hallway.

The school belle wouldn’t be foolishly gloating over their words, right? Normally not getting along, at least hearing people praise Claire Green now, she should be angry or at least upset, right?

How does she seem so pleased?

Olivia Song walked back to the classroom with a good mood.

Grace Carter saw her and spoke with a sly smile, "What has our school belle so happy, care to share?"

Knowing she wanted to see her embarrassed, Olivia Song refused to satisfy her.

Olivia Song pursed her lips shyly, "The director just told me that ’Gale Realm’ is airing early next month. It’s my first drama, so I’m happy."

No sooner had she spoken.

Everyone in Class One looked at her with envy and admiration.

"Olivia, really? I’ll definitely follow it!"

"Our Olivia is going to be famous. We’ll have prestige when we mention her."

Grace Carter didn’t expect her to use her words to spread the news, feeling a bit regretful.

She sneered, "Well, congratulations in advance to our school belle on her impending fame."

She sat back down, looking at those ingratiating people with disdain.

A bunch of fools.