Sumr Monroe said calmly, "I find it amusing that your first reaction to such a situation isn’t to find the person responsible, but to bla , another victim?"
Mio Osborne was taken aback, unable to find words to counter her.
Sumr continued, "I’m curious, if I hadn’t suddenly rembered sothing and wanted to make a call, letting Willow Grant go in first, would you be blaming her if it had been who got drenched with water?"
"..." Mio Osborne fell silent.
But he already had the answer in his heart: of course not.
Sumr gave a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes, and she spoke calmly, "Professor Osborne, I know in your eyes, Willow Grant is an outstanding student, and I got in through the backdoor. However, we are both your students, could you at least give so fairness in life?"
Mio Osborne moved his lips, feeling an inexplicable frustration.
In this matter, he got the priorities wrong, but it’s undeniable that Sumr indeed wasn’t an excellent student, so his first reaction to question Sumr wasn’t entirely unwarranted.
After all, he saw that originally, it should have been Sumr getting drenched, but she let Willow go in first.
This made him think off track.
Mio Osborne looked deeply at Sumr and said, "You are quite articulate. I hope you can use your brain more in your studies, so you won’t have to leave in a month."
"Thank you for the advice, teacher. I’ll do my best. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to class."
After saying this, Sumr didn’t wait for Mio Osborne’s response and turned directly towards the classroom.
Mio Osborne watched as Sumr walked away, the little bit of guilt he felt just dissipated.
A poor student is just a poor student, not even showing the basic respect towards teachers.
In school, teachers are the authority, yet she treated him with such an attitude, truly lacking in manners.
This is the difference between a good student and a bad student!
He silently decided that only those who score in the top twenty can stay, targeting not just Sumr but several other poor students, planning to kick out all those who got in through connections in the next monthly test.
So they don’t spoil the batch like a few bad apples!
Inside the classroom.
After the recent incident, the classroom had beco utterly silent—everyone saw Mio Osborne coming.
Even the worst students held so fear of seeing a teacher, let alone in a room mostly occupied by good students.
When Sumr walked into the classroom, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
It wasn’t until she entered that the murmured whispers started again—
"Damn, is she in our class? She’s way too pretty!"
"What a goddess! Now I have motivation to wake up every day."
"What goddess? She must be a princess straight out of a fairy tale book!"
However, just then, an annoyed voice rang out, "At a ti like this, you still have the heart to chatter? Didn’t you see Professor Osborne’s face monts ago?"
As soon as these words fell, the classroom fell silent again.
Sumr looked up and saw a familiar person.
The person speaking was none other than soone Sumr had t recently when she joined The Elite Society—Rachel Ross.
The one she had defeated.
Isaac Ross’s cousin.
Rachel wore a light yellow long dress, her hair voluminous, with a delicately made-up oval face, clearly well-dressed.
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