Chapter 16
Royal Creek Institute was a top education institution that had received all kinds of talented students. The teachers were the ones assigning a student to a class. There had never been a situation where students chose teachers and classes. Who was this student from the countryside?
“Class B,” Nicole said casually. Ms. Emerson was wide-eyed instantly again.
Compared to the hypocritical Mr. Kennedy, Nicole preferred the forthright Ms. Emerson.
“Okay, then Class B.” Ms. Farrell nodded in agreement with a hint of flattering look in her eyes, which surprised the two teachers. They wondered who Nicole was that she could make the headteacher grovel.
“Ms. Farrell, how can you let students choose classes?” This was unheard of. Class A and B were the best classes in the eleventh grade.
“It has been decided, Ms. Emerson. Take Nicole to class.” Ms. Farrell looked a little displeased now and gave the order.
“Ms. Farrell…” Ms. Emerson’s face turned pale. She did not expect that there was no room for negotiation.
Mr. Kennedy smiled triumphantly and said, “I will go now, Ms. Farrell.”
Ms. Farrell nodded and sat down as if she did not want to waste time talking any further.
Ms. Emerson bit her lip in frustration and turned to look at Nicole. “Let’s go!”
Nicole followed her out of the office. Ms. Emerson walked quickly to the classroom in her high heels, as if she was eager to shake her off.
door of the classroom, Ms. Emerson suddenly stopped. “I don’t care who you are. Since you have chosen my class, don’t drag my
around and entered
did this teacher think she would drag the class down? Just because she was from the countryside? She was slightly
We have a new classmate here. Please welcome
as Ms. Emerson was, she
saw an attractive young girl with exquisite facial
committee member of the sports club, stood up and clapped his hands. “Welcome
hands together. They were delighted to welcome such a beautiful classmate.
Gary, look, there is a beautiful girl in the
Gary Finley sitting
interested in the hottest girl in
even hotter,” said Jack Pearson, who was frivolously looking
when he heard Jack’s comment. His inky eyes then meet Nicole’s crystal-clear eyes.
ray of sunlight scattered over the beautiful girl. Her well-proportioned body stood straight with a trace of arrogance and aloofness in
how come she resembles
eyes at him and said, “All girls are like Snow
were picking at each other, Nicole started introducing herself. “I am Nicole, a transfer student. Nice to meet
words, but Nicole did not. So, she said, “There is an empty
tsk. An eleventh-grade transfer student. I thought she had some solid background to brag about. It turns out she can only sit in the third-to-last row.” Jack bemoaned. In Class B, the last three rows were usually reserved for those with the worst
Emerson start the lecture. Gary took a few more glances at Nicole and started to