Chapter 115: The Blue Sky is the Dream
The more Rita Webster compared her answers, the dimmer the light in her eyes became. She pouted, bored, and left the room, her little face clouded with disappointment.
"..."
Lionel Grant noticed her expression and his hand, holding the pen, paused. On the white paper, he drew a horizontal line.
He lowered his head to hide his emotion and continued to write the answers to the test on paper. Finishing quickly, he set down the pen.
"You guys take your time."
After speaking, he didn't choose to stay in his seat but stood up and walked out of the classroom to find Rita Webster in the corridor.
He strode forward, "Little fool, why the long face? Those who don't know might think I owe you money."
At this nickname, Rita Webster became angrily embarrassed, lifted her foot, and stomped hard on Lionel Grant's shoe, not satisfied until she stepped harder.
"You're really rude, you know. How can you just casually give me a nickname? Am I... am I really that stupid..."