"Olivia, if you're being threatened, just blink," Sebastian Winn said, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"Fatty, that's not right. Who would dare threaten our Olivia?"
John Sinclair recalled the events of recent times. With Olivia's combative temperament, who could possibly threaten her?
Sebastian nodded knowingly. That made sense, but then what was off with Olivia?
Claire Green ignored them, sitting in her seat, utterly bored.
Grace Carter entered and immediately noticed her demeanor, her smile becoming even softer.
"Alright then, let's start the class."
Throughout the lesson, Grace frequently laid her gaze on Claire Green.
Seeing her genuinely begin to study seriously made Grace quite satisfied.
Those sitting nearby couldn't help but notice the attention from the teacher's platform, suddenly realizing the truth.
The mystery was solved: Grace was the one who had changed Olivia.
Thinking about this, he frowned in confusion, wondering if he too should start working hard in his studies.
...
"Olivia, did Grace talk to you?" As soon as class ended, John Sinclair voiced his speculation.
The two people in front also turned their heads, looking gossip-hungry.
Claire Green's dark eyes seemed to shimmer as she quietly stared at him, her red lips slightly parted.
"What do you think?"
John instinctively stepped back, then slapped the desk and said, "I don't think so."
Sebastian Winn and Isabella Xyler thought he might say something significant, but that was it? Why the huge reaction?
The two of them rolled their eyes at him in unison.
Seeing this, a playful smile spread across Claire's delicate face, her brows relaxing.
"John, how can you be the school bully with your courage?"
John detected her teasing tone, rubbing his nose, he shamelessly replied, "With Olivia around, how could I be the school bully?"
This was indeed the truth. Ever since Claire gained overnight fame, the school bully title at Brightsong changed hands.
Other schools heard that Brightsong had a drop-dead gorgeous school bully and were stealthily plotting how to come and see her in person each day.
Claire raised an eyebrow, "You're really..."
Really what? John was puzzled, his eyes eagerly watching her, waiting for more words.
But Claire wasn't planning to continue, her eyes half-lidded, lightly tapping the desk with her hand.
Come on, who stops talking midway and keeps others hanging like this!
John resentfully stared at her.
Isabella Xyler couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Haha, John, you look like a little wife right now."
"Isabella," compared to that, John's face darkened, saying in a deep voice.
...
"Julian, have you heard about the thing on Weibo?" As soon as they were done with their matters, Mason Quinn and George Xyler hurried over.
Julian Sia lounged on the sofa lazily, acknowledging with a hum.
"Old Xu gave me a call."
Mason nodded, of course. With something like this happening, Julian surely knew right away.
"What did Old Xu say?" George Xyler took a sip of tea before asking.
Julian lifted his eyelids, speaking rather indifferently, "He said that today the J-gang's research center fortified their firewall and wanted me to find someone to test it."
Mason and George looked at each other, wondering just who this J person was.
"Charles, how is the progress on finding this J person, as Julian instructed last time?" Mason asked the person standing aside.
Mentioning this, Charles Jordan felt a bit ashamed; for so long, he hadn't found any information.
He glanced at Julian's expression and, feeling awkward, explained, "I haven't found him. Not even orders on M.K have been taken."
Mason frowned, "Not even for money."
Charles nodded, "Exactly, and what's more, we can't hack into J's computer, and all IP addresses associated with J are virtual."
It seemed this person was quite formidable.
George Xyler put his cup down, considering today's situation, speaking in a somewhat worried tone.
"Julian, do you think this J is really so kind-hearted?"
Julian's brows were relaxed, his tone light, "From the looks of it, J bears no malice. Someone who prioritizes the nation wouldn't stray far."
"Julian is right; even though J's hacking skills are formidable, from this incident, it's clear J is patriotic," Charles concurred.
Hearing Julian's words, George Xyler's expression eased, agreeing that someone with a staunch belief in their country couldn't be all bad.
...
At school, Claire Green logged into the M.K website and saw a group of people fervently chatting, the conversation updating rapidly.
Her slender fingers moved casually over the screen, when suddenly, they stopped.
She looked down, noticing the words "Night Covenant" on the screen, raising an eyebrow slightly after recalling the chat content she just read—unbelievable that such an organization would exist in the 21st century.
Night Covenant, an international mercenary trading platform where all sorts of things could be traded, and orders could be placed and taken on the site.
Suddenly, her phone received a text message.
Claire opened it, seeing that it was from the Nether Lord, with nothing but a simple URL.
"[Saw you were online, knew you'd be interested. Sent you the URL.]"
Claire smiled, slowly typing a two-word reply.
"[Thanks.]"
Opening the URL, she saw the homepage's newest posting, searching for a medical expert, with a reward of one billion.
Medical skills, huh, Claire's eyebrows arched slightly, and she accepted without hesitation.
In her past life, she'd studied many things, and coincidentally her medical skills were quite exceptional.
...
"What, you're asking for leave?" Grace Carter pinched her nose, incredulously looking at her.
She just promised to study diligently, and not even two hours in, she's requesting leave.
Claire Green rubbed her nose, "Yeah, got some things to handle."
Grace spoke with disappointment, "Do you even know the monthly exams are coming up soon? How can you manage like this?"
Claire remained silent, her dark eyes just stared at her.
Facing her expression, Grace couldn't bring herself to be too harsh, ultimately conceding and waving her hand, "Fine, I'll approve it, but I have one condition: no sleeping during the next exam."
Hearing this, Claire's pretty eyes moved, her lips curling into a casual smile.
"Grace, that's making it hard for me."
Grace's brow twitched, "Or, obediently go back to class."
Claire chuckled lightly, her posture relaxed.
"Alright then, I'll try my best."
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Grace let her go, "Alright, be quick about it."
Claire smiled faintly and turned to leave.
Behind her, a voice added, "Don't make a habit of it."
Back in the classroom, three people eagerly awaited Claire, only for her to leave and not return.
Isabella couldn't resist calling to ask, "Olivia, where did you go?"
By then, Claire was already on her way to the airport, sitting in the car with a cool indifference, looking out the window.
"I took leave, had some things to do."
"When will you be back?" Isabella smartly avoided asking about her plans and instead cared about her return.
Claire's fair arm rested loosely on the window, "Around a week."
After hanging up, Isabella relayed Claire's leave to John and the others.
John raised an eyebrow, "Olivia said she'd study hard, then took a week off. That's wild!"