Chapter 178: The Turbulence of Youth (Extra update for over 10,000 weekly recommendation votes)
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Purple Summers held her forehead, both embarrassed and perplexed, “I really don’t know what he’s up to.”
Zara Jameson and Jane McCain both turned to look at Ryan Wesley in unison.
Not just them, even Ryan Wesley’s followers were staring at their boss; all the students in the canteen from different directions were looking their way!
Perhaps, some quick-eared students had caught the ‘grandma’ comment.
Ryan Wesley, remembering the discreet behavior of Alexander Summers’s uncle when he came to pick her up, speculated that her identity shouldn’t be announced. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly and chuckled, “Well… didn’t we agree last time that if I fail to win your heart, I would become your grandson.”
Who agreed to that with you?!
Could you please not put words in my mouth?!
The crowd figured out that this was self-mockery from Ryan Wesley, but looking at his giggling behavior, it was clear that he had no intention of revealing the real reason.
Purple Summers didn’t feel like asking anymore.
Maybe he has some screw loose in his head.
Jane McCain, who loved to fuel the fire, chimed in, “Ryan Wesley, I am older than Purple Summers by a year and she calls me ‘sister’. If you call her ‘grandma’, what should I be?’
Zara Jameson was taken aback and frantically signaled Jane McCain.
Oh my, is it really appropriate to crack such jokes? This is the infamous Ryan Wesley we’re talking about. Do you have a death wish?!
If it were anyone else, Ryan Wesley would have already started a fight, but his ‘grandma’ was here, so he just smiled like a well-behaved grandson.
“Little missy, some benefits are not up for grabs…” Ryan Wesley grinned, with a hint of coldness in the corners of his eyes.
Being a third-grade student who has repeated the grade many times, he was the oldest person here, so it wasn’t too much to call Jane ‘little missy’.
Jane McCoy shrugged nonchalantly, “I was just trying.”
For some reason, Purple inadvertently thought of the driver who often drove Alexander Summers around. His last name seemed to be Wang too?
On second thoughts, it seemed unlikely.
Wang is a common surname, wouldn’t be too surprising if they shared the same one.
And considering the high status of Ryan Wesley’s uncle, how could he be Alexander’s driver? At most… they could be colleagues, right?
Ah, why am I thinking of Alexander Summers again…
Purple ate her lunch in somewhat a daze.
Jane McCain was as carefree as usual.
Zara Jameson was on tenterhooks.
After finishing lunch, Ryan Wesley personally helped Purple return her used meal tray. Jane McCain and Zara Jameson also benefited from this and their trays were returned by the followers.
They left the canteen under the astonished and amazed gazes of other students.
Outside the canteen, Zara Jameson took a deep breath and sincerely said, “Let’s eat in the small grove next time.”
The three looked at each other, they all knew what the other meant and burst out laughing at the same time.
Their relationship seemed to grow even closer with this incident.
In the afternoon, Purple Summers went for her interview for skipping a grade.
Having faced death twice before, she had seen a lot in her life. This mere interview was a piece of cake, and she answered all questions eloquently.
The teachers were very satisfied.
The results from the morning exam were announced quickly. As the number of students taking the test wasn’t large, grading did not take much time. In the end, eight students passed the grade-skipping test.
Now, it was up to the teachers to logically distribute these eight students into the second-grade sections.
Purple Summers ranked first with a near perfect score on her paper.
Even though these results would not count towards the final score, they undoubtedly left a great impression on the teachers.
Zara Jameson and Jane McCain were both happy for her and they all agreed to celebrate.
While the girls were discussing the celebration plans, there was a sudden commotion near the classroom building, drawing a large crowd of students.
A few girls rushed past them, chattering, “A super handsome guy has come! He’s in the office! He’s even more handsome than the old Mr. Jameson, a hundred times more handsome!”
Purple Summers sighed inwardly: such tumultuous youth…
After her sentiment, she vaguely felt like she was forgetting something?