Chapter <b>227 </b>
Mr. Hammond couldn’t help but chuckle, “As it happens, I’m a Friday regr too.”
James nced his way. “How about I get Wyatt to swing by and pick you <b>up</b>?”
Waving his hand, Mr. Hammond demurred, “No need to trouble yourselves. I’ve got a few students to shepherd as well.”
James arched an eyebrow. “Oh, they’repeting?”
“Yeah, but how’d you know?” Mr. Hammond was genuinely surprised.
James smiled. “Heard a little birdie mention it a couple of days ago.”
So that was it.
Without pressing further, Mr. Hammond shifted the conversation to other matters.
After leaving Mr. Hammond’s office, Mirabe made a beeline for the ssroom. As for why James had been there, she didn’t bother to specte.
“Mr. Hammond summoned you again? What did he want?” Jenna leaned in with curiosity as soon as Mirabe settled into her seat.
Fishing out a copy of a French anthology from her desk, Mirabe flipped it open and without looking up, replied, “Nationals next week. He just wanted to remind me to hit the books.”
Jenna rested her chin on her hand. “That’s it? Nothing else?”
“Nope.” Mirabe didn’t even nce up.
Blinking, Jenna’s gazended on the French tome that her friend was pondering. She tried to make sense of a <b>line </b>and instantly felt her head spin. Despite her confidence in her French, she couldn’t decipher a single word.
“But if you’re supposed to be studying, why are you digging into this book<b>?</b>” Jenna asked. puzzled.
Mirabe turned another page, and her voice was even. “Oh, I signed up for a French speaking contest too.”
Jenna touched her nose. “A French speaking contest? Howe you decided to join that?”
She was well aware of thepetition. Their French teacher had brought it up in ss, but at the time no one had volunteered.
This wasn’t just any French speaking contest. It wasn’t about rote memorization of French passages. It involved grammar, fluidity, and you couldn’t bring any notes onstage. It was akin to impromptu speaking. Actually, it was even harder than that, since you had to trante French thoughts into English on the fly.
15:11
“The winner gets a hundred thousand in schrship money.” Mirabe stated seriously. Who could turn down money?
Jenna remembered the days when Mirabe was daily “blessed” with someone’s generous transfers. Her emotions were mixed. After a while, she managed to ask, “Excuse me, but are you in need of money?”
Hearing this, Mirabe paused. Her hand rested on the French text. She turned to Jenna, nodding solemnly. “Does anyone ever think they have too much money?”
Jenna’s eyebrow twitched. Damn it, how could such a soul–searching question leave her speechless?
Mirabe smiled slightly. Just <b>as </b>she was about to turn back, she suddenly faced Jenna again. “By the way, do you follow any celebrities?”
“Uh?” The subject changed so quickly, so Jenna was momentarily taken aback. Then she nodded, “Of course, I’m a fan. Why do you ask all of a sudden?”
She remembered Mirabe previously mentioning she wasn’t interested in celebrities.
Mirabe paused thoughtfully for a moment before asking. “Ever heard of a singer named Leo?” “Leo? A singer?” Jenna shook her head. “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Alright, just curious,” Mirabe said, with <b>a </b>tinge of disappointment in her voice as she turned back to her book.
After a moment’s contemtion, it was clear to her that her Leo was indeed not one of the famous ones.
Jenna watched Queen Mira return to her reading, puzzled. Mirabe didn’te across as someone who’d idly pry into others‘ business, so who exactly was this Leo character?