The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities is a Webnovel created by Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall.
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Chapter 24: Shoot Herself In The Foot
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The princ.i.p.al almost burst into tears. “Professor Cooper, calm down. It’s all a misunderstanding!”
“Misunderstanding?” Adam smiled coldly. “Just because of a misunderstanding, my little Claire and I suffered such a big insult. Shouldn’t someone be responsible for this?”
Responsible for this?
The princ.i.p.al immediately glared at Zhu Lan beside him. “Ms. Zhu, it’s all your fault! How dare you slander Claire in front of me without any evidence!”
Zhu Lan gaped in shock.
She had never expected the princ.i.p.al to put all the blame on her!
“But Princ.i.p.al, you just…”
“I just what?!” The princ.i.p.al interrupted her and said righteously, “From beginning to end, I have been believing that Claire is innocent, while you, as her teacher, slander your own student because of a random post and talk nonsense without any evidence. A person like you is not worthy of being a teacher. I officially announce that you have been fired. Starting today, you’re no longer a teacher in our school!”
Zhu Lan’s face instantly turned pale.
She wanted to get rid of Claire but ended up shooting herself in the foot!
“Princ.i.p.al, you can’t fire me! Listen to my explanation!” Zhu Lan was still struggling.
Afraid to anger Adam again, the princ.i.p.al hurriedly pushed Zhu Lan out.
“It’s no use saying anything anymore. Leave, now!”
With a bang, Zhu Lan was thrown out of the door.
Then the princ.i.p.al turned and smiled fawningly at Adam. “Professor Cooper, Claire… No, Vice President, please take a seat.”
Adam snorted coldly. “I don’t have the time to take a seat. As for the ident.i.ty of Claire, I hope that you can keep it a secret.”
The princ.i.p.al nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. “You can be rest a.s.sured. I’ll be tight-lipped!”
“By the way,” Claire said casually, “I’ll attend the Mathematical Olympiad as an examiner, so I can give my place in the compet.i.tion to someone else.”
The princ.i.p.al replied. “I see!”
“Little Claire, let’s go.” As Adam turned to look at Claire, his stern expression softened.
After the two left, the princ.i.p.al slumped into the chair, trembling and wiping cold sweat on his forehead.
He was almost doomed just now…
In the corridor, Adam was walking shoulder to shoulder with Claire. “Little Claire, although I asked you to take the exam seriously, I didn’t ask you to get a full score.”
Claire curled her lips. “I accidentally got a full score.”
Accidentally?
Gosh, only this girl dares to say such arrogant words.
Back to the cla.s.sroom.
Everyone was discussing the matter in full swing, and when they saw Claire return, they were all stunned.
“What happened? Why is she back?”
“Shouldn’t she have already been expelled?”
“She must have come back to pack.”
Claire walked back to her seat casually, and instead of packing, she pulled the earphones out of the drawer and put them on.
Under the sun, her chin was propped between her delicate hands and her eyes were narrowed, like a lazy kitten.
She didn’t seem to have any intention to leave the room.
“Big news! Big news!” The famous gossip king of the school rushed into the cla.s.s and shouted. “Ms. Zhu was fired by the school!”
The whole cla.s.s started boiling instantly.
The reversal of things came as a huge surprise.
A group of students surrounded the gossip king, bombarding him with questions.
The gossip king kept shaking his head. “With my gossip ability, what can’t I find out? But this time it’s really strange. Apart from this news, I don’t know anything. However, Claire’s qualification to partic.i.p.ate in the Mathematical Olympiad compet.i.tion seems to have been revoked.”
Everyone’s eyes focused on Claire again.
“She deserves it.”
“Great, the place in the compet.i.tion is back in Phoebe’s hands.”
Phoebe clenched her fists, gnashed her teeth, and felt suffocated.
Why?
Why was Claire still safe and sound even with such a scandal?!
She couldn’t figure it out.
She was not reconciled!
The princ.i.p.al’s office.
The door was knocked again.
The princ.i.p.al s.h.i.+vered.
Who was it now?