Chapter 711: Chapter 711 Red and Prosperous in a Daze_1
The shout was earth-shatteringly loud, soaring straight to the heavens—let alone Purple Summers, probably the entire school’s teachers and students heard it!
Purple Summers stood frozen at the classroom door, completely dumbfounded.
The classmates burst into raucous laughter, leaning this way and that.
Jane McCain ran over with a big laugh, pulled Purple Summers back to her seat, and asked, “Surprised? Thrilled?”
Surprised, she wasn’t, but thrilled… indeed quite thrilling…
Not long after, the teacher walked in, also with a smile on her face, saying, “Alright, let’s not tease Purple Summers anymore. A good-natured joke is okay, but pranks in moderation, please. Let’s start the class now.”
Only then did the classroom atmosphere start to settle down, and the students opened their textbooks to begin listening to the lecture.
Jane McCain passed Purple Summers a note, asking if she liked the surprise gift she had prepared.
She said that initially, the plan was to gather everyone at the school entrance to welcome her, but the shouts there were too scattered and, besides, it had gotten cooler lately, so they ended up settling on the classroom instead.
A row of black lines fell on Purple Summers’s forehead as she clenched her teeth and sent a message back to Jane McCain: Thanks a lot!
Jane McCain tried to stifle her laughter, burying her head in the textbook and giggling nonstop.
After the class was over, she came back to make a deep bow to Purple Summers, apologizing with an utterly unruffled bystander’s joy.
Purple Summers pinched her face with both hands, squeezing hard for a good while to vent her anger.
Jane McCain pulled Zara Jameson over, trying to hold back her laughter as she explained, “Seriously, you can’t blame me! Zara can vouch for me—I just made a suggestion to pick one of your most ear-piercing statements from the court debate to yell out as encouragement. But everyone insisted on choosing this line, what could I do?”
Zara Jameson, also struggling to keep back her laughter, nodded and said, “Yeah, we picked several sentences, all of them seemed great, but everyone thought they were too long to shout with force, and the legal jargon was hard to remember, so we ended up choosing this one.”
Purple Summers put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes with embarrassment, not wanting to face any of this.
But Jane McCain insisted she watch, taking out her phone to show her the video clip.
“Which version is this?” Purple Summers asked in surprise, “How is it different from the one I’ve seen? It even has subtitles.”
“Purple, don’t act like an old lady, okay? These are bullet comments, bullet comments!”
Jane McCain’s delicate fingers flicked lightly, landing exactly on the part where Purple Summers was questioning Charlotte Bishop’s lies, and the whole phone screen was completely filled with “foreskin”!
“…” Purple Summers was speechless.
“Look at the comments below.”
Jane McCain read to Purple Summers, “… I never knew this sentence could be spoken with such rectitude and vigor; it’s not vulgar, not lewd, but immeasurably noble. And this comment: ‘Foreskin has taken on a different significance in my life.'”
The first comment was the most liked, while the others were mostly jokes about going in groups to get circumcised—let’s make an appointment, let’s go, and all sorts of chaos.
Purple Summers murmured uncomfortably, “I don’t think this is right; the courtroom is a solemn place, it’s not appropriate to be entertained …..”
Jane McCain laughed loud and slapped her, “Ha ha! Oh, you’re so serious, haha….”
Where’s the humor in all this?
Purple Summers finally began to feel the problems that come with overnight fame; not only were her classmates paying attention to her, but students from other classes also came over like they were viewing a gorilla, and some even sneakily took photos of her!
After several more frustrating classes, the homeroom teacher asked her to stop by the office.
Purple Summers was a bit apprehensive, wondering if this could be considered disrupting the school’s educational order.
It turned out to be a false alarm; the homeroom teacher just wanted to know how the judicial examination went. Purple Summers breathed a sigh of relief, reporting her estimated score to the teacher with precision, which should be enough to get her into the next round.
The teacher was reassured and let her go back to class, smiling before she left and saying, “You did a good job in court, especially with that sharp questioning about the foreskin.”
Teacher, please don’t do this!