Chapter 355 Stand on the Moral High Ground


    Winston leaned against the doorframe, his face expressionless, and gazed at Jean at the front of the auditorium.


    He already knew about her n to prove her innocence, of course.


    The young man furrowed his brows instinctively.


    I had warned her not to check Reddit and <i>not </i><i>to </i><i>care </i><i>about </i><i>the </i>gossip<i>, </i><i>yet </i>she still…


    Then again, <i>this </i>was <i>just </i>like <i>her</i>.


    Ever since <i>her </i>dramatic personality <i>change</i>, <i>Jean </i>had <i>always </i><i>fought </i><i>back </i><i>hard </i><i>against </i>unfairness and anything that <i>worked </i>against <i>her</i>.


    <i>Honestly, </i>that isn’t <i>a </i><i>bad </i>thing at <i>all</i>.


    There is nothing wrong with <i>standing </i><i>up </i><i>for </i><i>herself</i><i>. </i>


    She <i>could </i><i>have </i><i>easily </i><i>hidden </i><i>under </i><i>the </i><i>Ginger </i><i>family’s </i><i>protection </i><i>and </i><i>ignored </i><i>all </i><i>of this</i><i>, </i>yet <i>she </i>always insists on stepping <i>up </i><i>to </i><i>handle </i><i>everything </i><i>personally</i>.


    <i>So </i><i>independent</i><i>. </i><i>So </i><i>headstrong</i>.


    Suddenly, the sound of metal clinking echoed beside him.


    Winston turned his head instinctively.


    Dalton was slowly rolling his wheelchair forward.


    “What are you doing here?” Winston shot Dalton a cold nce, his tone sharp and unweing.


    Dalton curved his lips into a faint smile, his expression calm and unbothered. “You can watch the show, but I can’t?”


    Winston pressed his lips together but didn’t say another word.


    He turned his gaze away, ignoring Daltonpletely, and refocused on Jean.


    At that moment, Jean tapped the microphone in front of her and did a quick sound check.


    “Can you all quiet down for a second?” she said, raising an eyebrow as she addressed the crowd directly. Her voice was firm and unapologetic.


    Her tone was cool and detached, and there was a glint of sharpness in her eyes.


    The auditorium fell silent almost instantly.


    Most people were just shocked.


    <i>Who </i><i>does </i><i>she </i>think she <i>was</i><i>, </i><i>talking </i><i>to </i><i>us </i>like <i>that</i><i>? </i>


    <i>What </i><i>gives </i><i>her </i>the <i>right</i><i>? </i>


    L–J


    <b>paly </b>24 <b>iviay </b>


    Chapter 355 Stand on the Moral High Ground


    Jean parted her lips again, her expression steady and confident.


    “I’ve already worked out the answer.”


    “Hey! There’s no way you solved it that fast,” someone snapped back immediately.


    “Didn’t you just shake your head? Doesn’t that mean you couldn’t do it?”


    “You didn’t even use scratch paper!”


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    Jean ignored all the noise and clearly stated the final answer. Then, she exined the steps in her solution.


    She exined it so clearly and artictely that she didn’t sound like a student at all, but rather like a math teacher.


    Once again, the auditorium fell silent.


    But then, a few quiet murmurs started again.


    “Did anyone else solve it? Is that the right answer?”


    “I did. It’s correct–she got it.”


    “Actually, her method is better than mine. Mine was a total hassle.”


    “She had a really clever approach. I never would’ve thought of that.”


    Even so, the doubts didn’t disappear.


    “What if that guy was nted by Jean? Maybe she arranged for him to ask that exact question so she coulde prepared…”


    “That would actually make a lot of sense.”


    “Why can’t Jean just be straightforward for once? Why resort to tricks like this?”


    Of course, Jean had heard the whispers.


    Her expression turned colder.


    <i>Seriously</i><i>, </i><i>what’s </i><i>wrong </i>with <i>these </i><i>people</i>?


    They stand on their moral high ground and nitpick every move I make. If I fail to answer, they im it is the “proof” that I had cheated. If I answer correctly, then it must be a setup.


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    The boy who had asked the question looked rmed when he realized that people were using him of being a nt. He instinctively raised his voice. “No, I’m not working with her! I haven’t even spo Jean Ginger before today!”


    “Why are you so flustered? It makes you look even more suspicious,” someone snickered sarcastically.