Chapter <b>63 </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>63 </b>
Briar wasn’t sure what the expressions of the other people at the school gate were, but she knew that Beatrice, who <b>had </b><b>been </b><b>ignored </b>by her – and Ashton, must have looked pretty gloomy.
Briar had seen the Jennings family’s arriving from a distance, but Beatrice only got out of the car when she saw <b>Briar </b><b>and </b><b>Ashton </b><b>walking </b>
to the school entrance.
Beatrice must have been waiting
And Ashton, who was as shrewd as he
on purpose. Briar wasn’t buying that for her lies.
Ca
was even less likely to give Beatrice a chance to get close. He probably had already marked <b>her </b>
as someone to keep at a distance the moment she started heading their way.
“Just go to ss. Don’t overthink it. By the time you’re done with your lesson, everything will be fine,” Ashton said, escorting Briar all the <b>way </b>to the Traditional Medicine Department’sb building and trying to usher her inside.
Briar chuckled, “Ashton, I’m not a kid anymore. If there’s really something going on, you don’t have to hide it from me.”
Ashton’s tone was just like the way her two uncles used to coax her when she was little.
“Is there anything more important than your studies? Just listen and go to ss,” he insisted, still trying to push her into the building <b>and </b>standing there as if he wouldn’t leave until he saw her go in.
Briar couldn’t argue, so she waved at Ashton and went inside. Through the closed ss windows, she could still see Ashton’s determined gaze fixed on her.
A faint sense of warmth and gratitude welled up in her heart. It felt really nice to be cared for and looked after like this.
She waved back at Ashton through the window and received a smile in return before quickly heading into the office.
She wasn’t early, and most people were already there except for Mia. A few of the guys were huddled together, so engrossed in whatever they were looking at that they didn’t even notice Briaring in.
Then she heard Mason m the table and curse, “Those damn busybodies with nothing better to do. This kind of message is obviously fake<b>, </b>and they still dare to post it on the forum? Are they looking for/trouble?”
“We all know it’s fake, but you never know who might believe it. Scroll down to thements<b>; </b>some people are already starting to stir things up,” said Ted, who had his arm around Mason.
Charle sighed, “Yeah, the public opinion has already been swayed. By the time we get back from our 8 a.m. ss, thements section is going to be a mess again.”
Thomas, who was also with the group, had a more indifferent reaction. “If it gets really bad, we could ask Prince Frankie to talk to the student council president again and get it removed.”
Frank, who was surrounded by everyone, coughed ufortably. “I’ll definitely talk to him, but I just saw him yesterday. If <b>I </b><b>go </b><b>again </b><b>today</b>, it might seem a bit-” he trailed off<b>, </b>but the difficulty in his tone was clear.
James and Karl stood together, not joining in the discussion.
Briar made a bit of noise on purpose to get their attention. When they turned to look at her, she <b>asked</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>Good </b><b>morning</b><b>, </b><b>what </b>are <b>you </b><b>all </b>looking at? So many people gathered here.”
Frank instinctively locked his phone screen and stuffed it into his pocket. The look he gave Briar was almost <b>sympathetic</b>. <b>“</b><b>Good </b><b>morning</b><b>. </b><b>It’s </b>nothing, just chatting casually.”
Briar had it pretty rough. She had just arrived at Shoneport University and was already being targeted <b>by </b>so <b>many </b>people.
And thinking that all this was because of him, Frank felt even more guilty.
<b>“</b>Yeah, just chatting. Briar, you’re pretty early today,” Nichs said awkwardly, waving at Briar,
Briar’s gaze swept over their faces, and she saw the embarrassment in their eyes. She just nodded. “Yeah, I came right on time to avoid being
<bte</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Mia walked in at that moment, and without even sparing Briar a nce, she walked past her and said, “Good morning, everyone.
“Good morning,” everyone replied, effectively moving past the awkward atmosphere.
Their 8 a.m. ss that day was a practical session in theb building with Jewell.
Jewell had a habit of arriving five minutes early to take attendance. Anyone who was absent orte would be noted, and if anyone was noted three times in a row, they would lose the chance to take the exam for that course this semester.
So, they all quickly grabbed their books and notebooks and headed to theb.
It was Briar’s first day in Jewell’s ss, and she had brought everything she needed and even took the time to organize some notesst <b>night</b><b>. </b>Her attitude was very serious.
But Briar never expected that shortly after Jewell started taking attendance, he began to pick on her, asking her a bunch of advanced professional academic questions that were way beyond the sybus.
If she had been a typical freshman who didn’t know anything, she would have beenpletely fooled.
When Briar was called on for the sixth time by Jewell, who had just finished asking a question meant for a senior majoring in the subject and was waiting with a smug expression for her answer, she couldn’t help butugh in frustration.
Briar fearlessly met Jewell’s gaze and called him out. “Professor Morphew, if you have a problem with me, just say it. There’s no need to use these childish tactics to try to bring me down.”
Frank, who had been about to step in to help Briar, looked at her in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold and confront Jewell head- <ol><li>on<b>. </b></li></ol>
‘Doesn’t she worry that Jewell will take it personally and dock her grades?‘ he thought.
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