Lock up these cell phones.
Caroline Edwin continued the training with Class Four, and the morning swiftly flew by like an arrow.
After the students were dismissed to the cafeteria for their meal, she headed towards the cafeteria and saw two figures talking as she passed by a flower bed.
With tightly furrowed brows, Yolanda Gregory's delicate face was covered in confusion and unmistakable concern.
"Lionel Grant, how did you perform so unexpectedly in Class Four this time? With your ability, it's impossible to end up in Class Four even if you did underperform."
He stood in front of her, one hand in his pocket, "I wasn't feeling well during the test yesterday."
Hearing this explanation, Yolanda Gregory's expression seemed incredulous, her doubtful gaze continuously sizing up Lionel Grant.
Her brows knit even tighter, "Really? But such an abnormal performance doesn't make sense. Besides, Class Four is just a group of poor students..."