CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 67: MIDTERM BET, JING STEALS A KISS

As Claire Green finished speaking, the classroom fell silent.

Olivia, this is too harsh.

If by some miracle she wins, these sisters will end up hurting each other.

John Sinclair and the others were worried and strangely wanted to believe that Olivia was confident she could win.

Rae Zander didn’t hesitate for a moment and agreed without thinking.

Even if you give Claire Green another twenty years, she probably couldn’t beat her. Even though her grades weren’t great, Rae was still in the top twenty of the class.

But Claire Green was different, she was at the very bottom of the grade. Unless she had always been good at academics, it was impossible for her to beat Rae.

Thinking of this, Rae sneered contemptuously and walked swiftly out of Class Six.

"Olivia, why did you agree to this, are you really going to apologize?"

Isabella Xyler looked at her disapprovingly, her tone worried.

"Bella is right, Olivia, this time you’re being a bit impulsive," John Sinclair propped his face, his expression all scrunched up.

Claire Green heard this, looked at them with drowsy eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "You don’t believe in me."

The group exchanged glances, it wasn’t a matter of belief, it was a matter of impossibility.

"No, we’ve always believed in you," Sebastian Winn shook his head.

"Then that’s good," Claire Green lazily finished speaking, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Seeing this.

The three looked helplessly at each other, there was something they didn’t say.

They could always believe in Olivia, but this wasn’t a matter of belief, it was about capability.

Thinking about Olivia’s consistent ability to perfectly avoid the right answers during math tests and employ all kinds of funny tactics, their worry grew deeper.

...

The successful bet was immediately told to Olivia Song by Rae Zander.

"I’m telling you, she’s bound to lose, just wait for her to apologize to you!"

Over here.

Olivia Song leaned back in the hospital bed, smiled, "Thanks, Rae."

"You take care and recover, tomorrow I’ll accompany you to the set."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Rae Zander’s steps were light and her smile never faded.

Students in the corridor were puzzled, why was she so happy when Olivia Song was sick.

As it turned out.

Ten minutes later, the news of their bet spread throughout the school.

Only then did everyone understand why she was so happy.

At this point, everyone was talking about it, and not a single person, including Claire Green’s fans, believed in her.

Claire Green’s academic performance was famous not only at Brightsong but even the students at the neighboring high school knew about their school’s legendary brawler who was fierce in fights and awful in exams.

For a moment, they couldn’t help but chuckle, it seemed they might finally get to see the fearless rebel apologize.

Thinking about that, everyone suddenly got excited, some even started a betting pool, with an entire year’s worth of homework as the wager.

The bet made the whole school feel like it was celebrating a festival, with each class bustling with excitement.

Lawrence White walked into the classroom, looked at the person sleeping, and smiled.

She had the heart to sleep after making a bet with someone.

He cleared his throat softly, his voice gentle, "John Sinclair, would you help wake your seatmate?"

John Sinclair blinked, so Lawrence White was displeased with him and wanted Olivia to deal with him.

Otherwise, why would he ask him to do it?

"I think it’s a bit challenging, Lawrence, you might as well start the class first."

John Sinclair refused and began changing the subject.

"No hurry, we can wait until you wake her," Lawrence White spoke without joking.

John Sinclair pouted, all right, if he was going to bite the dust, so be it.

He raised his hand and lightly poked the person next to him, softly calling, "Olivia, wake up."

Claire Green’s eyelids lifted slightly, her dark pupils coldly looking at him, "You better have a reason."

Possibly because she had just woken up, her voice was hoarse with a hint of chill.

John Sinclair had anticipated this, immediately passing the blame, "It’s not my fault, it’s Lawrence White who insisted I wake you up."

Instantly.

Claire Green turned her head, looking toward the lectern, leisurely asked, "Lawrence, do you have nothing to do, no classes to teach?"

Lawrence White replied unhurriedly, "No problem, I heard you made a bet with someone, as your teacher, I have the obligation to wake you up."

Someone couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Claire Green’s eyebrows raised, still drowsy, her tone playfully mischievous, "Then as a teacher, you have the obligation to take the test for me."

Lawrence White was momentarily stumped, his expression frozen.

"Go ahead with the class, I’m not sleeping," Claire Green rested her head on her hand, casually said.

Lawrence White looked at her for a few seconds, then returned to teaching.

...

In Class One.

Lia Zeller stood on the platform, called out, "Rae Zander, everyone knows about the bet you made today. Since you proposed this bet, I hope you give it your all and make no mistakes."

When she heard this news today, she indeed was happy for a moment, ever since Grace Carter came to the school, her spotlight was stolen, not to mention praised by teachers, even the students spoke highly of her.

Now that her student was betting against the loser she tutored, thinking about that loser’s impending defeat and imagining Grace Carter’s reaction, she couldn’t help but look forward to it.

Rae Zander nodded, "I will."

...

Claire Green returned to the Elegant Court, held her laptop to log into DotDot, published all the remaining Chapters, then leisurely started typing again.

Julian Sia walked in and saw such a scene, the girl seated cross-legged on the couch, a notebook on her lap, her eyes downcast looking at the computer, her expression focused.

"AJin," he softly called out.

Hearing the sound, Claire Green raised her eyes, nodded silently.

She closed the laptop and set it aside, lightly said, "Brother came home quite early today."

Julian Sia’s lips curved into a small arc, casually said, "I have to tutor AJin, otherwise she’ll lose and have to apologize."

At these words.

Claire Green smirked, thankful for Isabella Xyler telling him everything.

"Alright, go ahead and put on your show."

She remarked casually, with a hint of teasing.

Julian Sia chuckled, took out a stack of test papers, and placed them in front of her, "Tonight’s task."

Claire Green raised an eyebrow, lazily curved her lips, this was clearly not going to let her rest.

"Brother’s planning to fight until dawn."

After those words.

Julian Sia silently chuckled.

He playfully knocked on Claire Green’s forehead, "AJin, how can you be so unreserved, just write the questions."

He began explaining the first question, his magnetic voice soothingly pleasant, continuously whispering in her ears like a lullaby.

Making the already sleepy Claire Green even drowsier, she soon propped her hand and slowly closed her eyes.

"Did you understand, AJin?"

Julian Sia softly inquired, but there was no response.

He turned his head, saw the girl sound asleep, gently smiled while supporting his forehead.

Leaning down, he carefully scooped her up princess-style and slowly walked to the room, laying her on the bed.

Looking at the sleeping girl, Julian Sia’s lips curved. Previously, in similar scenarios, she was so vigilant she’d wake upon hearing any sound.

Now she could peacefully sleep in his embrace.

He took the remote, adjusted the room temperature higher, gently covered her with the quilt, and bent down to lightly touch her forehead.

"AJin, quickly grow up."

"Goodnight."

Julian Sia walked out of the room with calm steps, his ears feeling a bit unnaturally warm.

In the room, instead of being asleep, Claire Green was wide awake.

The moment she was picked up, she had already woken up, she touched her forehead, feeling the cool sensation still there, her eyes filled with a smile.

Brother was actually being so sneaky.