Chapter <b>132 </b>


    Mirabe could sense Ate’s frustration mounting. With a silent sigh, Mirabe realized that the grim truth of failing <b>was </b>now an undeniable fact.


    Ate took a deep, steadying breath before continuing her rant, “You only got a 92<b>? </b>How could you get just 92?!”


    The passing threshold was 92 out of 150 points.


    Ate had every reason to suspect that her student was deliberately challenging her


    literature ss. Why else would Mirabend precisely on the pass mark?


    Actually, those extra couple of points were actually a token of generosity from another teacher, who was charmed by the elegance of Mirabe’s handwriting.


    Upon hearing Ate’s words, Mirabe looked up in surprise. “Huh? I passed? Really?”


    Sensing Mirabe’s unexpected delight, as if she found the whole situation rather satisfactory. Ate felt her blood pressure spiking on the spot.


    “Miss Mirabe, if you have any issues with my teaching methods, I’m open to feedback. But thisnguage grade of yours, it’s simply uneptable,” Ate gritted out through clenched teeth.


    With all other subjects aced,nguage was the only blight on an otherwise perfect record. Ate felt as if she’d lost dignity.


    Clearing her throat, Mirabe exined, “Ms. Ate, you’ve got it all wrong. I don’t have any issues. It’s just that… let’s say, I find some subjects really challenging.”


    Mirabe excelled in all her subjects, butnguage, ironically, was her Achilles‘ heel; it seemed like a deliberate affront to Ate.


    Ate simmered before finally saying, “I don’t care about your reasons. Yournguage score must improve. Otherwise, you’ll have toe to my house over the weekend for some one–on–one tutoring.“.


    The prospect of ruining such a promising student with a poornguage grade was too much for Ate to bear. She resolved to straighten out this skewed talent, even if it meant giving up her weekends.


    The mention of tutoring genuinely shocked Mirabe. Regaining herposure, she fibbed seamlessly. “I’m afraid I can’t ept your tutoring. My parents signed me up for extra sses in other subjects over the weekend. My schedule is packed.”


    Back home, Delh and Shawn sneezed in unison. “Who’s talking about us now?!”


    Ate felt even more thwarted upon hearing Mirabe’s excuse. It was clear to her that Mirabe was favoring every subject butnguage. Was this not a direct criticism of <b>her </b>teaching?


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    With a weary sigh, Ate spoke with grave concern, “Regardless, you must improve yournguage grades or you’ll struggle on the exam.”


    “Yeah, I got it, Ms. Ate,” Mirabe replied briskly, eager to avoid further discussions about tutoring.


    Ate gave her another look, feeling drained, and then waved her hand dismissively. “Go back to ss,”


    Mirabe nodded and was about to leave when she added, “Are the monthly exam results out today?”


    Ate had returned to her desk. “No, they’ll be posted next Monday. We haven’t finalized the overall rankings yet.”


    “Oh,” Mirabe touched her nose thoughtfully, asked no further, and turned to leave the office.


    The incident in the office regarding Mirabe’snguage grades might have been a minor episode, but with her back–to–back national first–ce victories at the BrainSpark Nationals, her poprity at school was soaring. Consequently, everyone was keenly interested in her monthly exam performance.


    Even though the overall results were not yet.released, word of her poornguage score spread like wildfire across the senior sses, stirring up a buzz of spection and gossip<b>. </b>