Chapter 70
Maybelle was resolute, her unyielding stance leaving the dean of students fuming
This student was one he knew well–Maybelle from Class A, Grade 12. With the college entrance exams fast approaching, she suddenly decided to change her name, which caused quite a stir at the academic affairs office. To his dismay, her personality seemed to have shifted with her name. Once an obedient and easy to manage student, she was now as stubbom as a bull.
Her sinking appearance had drawn plenty of admirers both on and off campus, making her a key subject of the office’s scrutiny to prevent any carly romances. The dran himself had kept tabs on her for a long time, eventually convinced that she was a diligent model student. Only then had be raved his watchful eye.
Who could have predicted that after two years of good behavior, she would ur op such chand Publicly hitting someone was bad enough, but she had done it in front of an important quest, tarnishing the school’s reputation. This was simply intolerable!
The dean of students turned to glance at the important guest’s expression:
Sure enough, that icy face had become noticeably displeased, and the guest was glaring at him with a very unfriendly look.
The guest was clearly not very old–probably only a few years older than these high school students. The dean of students had long suspected he was the heir of some wealthy family, out doing charity work. Yet the sheer intensity of his gaze the cold, piercing glare–left the dean rattled.
Convinced that the man’s anger was directed at Maybelle, the dean shifted all the blame onto her. Meanwhile, the principal had been quietly observing the guest’s expression, throwing pointed looks at the dean. The message was unmistakable: Handle this mess now, and don’t waste our quest’s precious time.
The dean of students, having received his orders, wasted no time. He leaned in and whispered a threat to Maybelle: “Maybelle, this is your first odense, so the school is letting it slide. Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit One more move, and I’ll expel you on the spot you won’t even get to take the college entrance exams.”
Maybelles narrowed eyes burned with anger. “I’m only asking to be treated fairly, and you threaten me with my future!”
For a moment, the dean actually felt a familiar sense of oppression in her eyes… but how could that be possible? He knew every student with a significant background in the school like the back of his hand. Maybelle, despite her striking beauty, was just a kid from an ordinary family.
The dean was always adept at handling students without money, influence, or connections. After all, a single college entrance exam was enough leverage to control the entire future. He’d already brought up the exam as a threat, so by all accounts. Maybelle should’ve folded by now.
But why was she still staring at him with such an unyielding gaze?
“Blaming a student without understanding the full story? Your school’s approach is truly impressive.”
The guest’s low, commanding voice instantly captured everyone’s attention.
The girls around were even more excited, not only was he handsome, but even his voice was so pleasant! It was like a dreamboat from a romance nove brought to life.
The dean’s body went rigid as he turned to face the man, realizing he’d made a grave mistake. The guest wasn’t angry about the student’s disruption delaying his tour. No, lar was displeased with the dear’s rigid, one–size–fits–all method of handling the issue.
The students, emboldened by the man’s words, began to speak up for Maybelle one after another.
“That’s right! We all saw it–Eric was the one at fault first! He said awful things and deserves to be punished!“
“He couldn’t handle being rejected, so he lost his temper and hurled all sorts of nasty insults, even spreading vile rumors. Just one punch was too
“Dean, you can’t just blatantly favor Eric because you usually get along with him?”
o getting insulted means we can’t fight back, and on top of that, we get expelled? That’s ridiculous!”
Their words came fast and relentless, making the dean blush with embarrassment. The principal, clearly annoyed with him, quickly passed the blame, whispering larslaly, “What are we paying you for? Get to the bottom of it–now!”
With no choice but to comply, the dean turned his glare toward Eric, the one who had initially reported the incident. “What on earth is going on! Is the love letter they mentioned really sent by you? Did you insult Maylielle first?”
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Eric’s face turned pale, then flushed, as he stammered, unable to deny it. Sweat began dripping down his forehead.
The students around him y
snickered. “What a coward!”
Eric, however, felt an invisible weight bearing down on him, suffocating him, with an he would face temble consequences.
Intuition that it
if he admitted what he did and said to Maybelle.
This pressure felt completely different from the usual pressure of being held accountable by teachers or parents for mistakes at school; it was an inexplicable, invisible force coming from behind him.
Soon, Eric could pinpoint the source of that pressure.
When he hesitated to speak, the other person walked right up to him. In his line of sight, a pair of handcrafted leather shoes, clearly worth a fortune, came into view.
The other person calmly asked. “What did you call her?”
His tone, though emotionless, carried a terrifying anger that made Eric feel a cold shiver.
He thought to himself, “What’s it to y
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you? You’re e just some outsider, not even a teacher what right do you have to question me?” But his mouth betrayed him. He didn’t dare raise his meet the man’s face, ducking his head like a frightened quail, mumbling. “L. I said she looked all innocent and pure… actually, actually she just a… a stinking, stinking b****…
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, until it was barely audible.
But the hearing of the important guest was exceptional, and every word, even whispered like a mosquito’s buzz, reached his cars clearly.
“Very well” the man in front seemed to show a hint of a smile, but that smile sent a chill down Eric’s spine.
The man then turned his gaze to the principal, who had been standing by silently, and asked slowly, “Principal Gou, is this the kind of behavior you expect from your students?”
The principal finally understood what he meant. Without hesitation, he stood up straight, his expression firm and resolute, and made the decision. “Eric publicly insulted a fellow student, displaying extremely poor behavior and attitude. He will be expelled!”
