Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1295

Did she just lift that entire lab desk like it was nothing?

What?!

The workstations in the medical department weren't standard school desks. Outfitted with computers and heavy experimental equipment, the whole setup weighed easily over two hundred pounds.

Usually, it took a few people to move one for maintenance.

And Juniper just lifted it with her bare hands?

More importantly, she did it so casually, as if she were picking up a small kitten.

Leland froze in his seat, staring at Juniper as she rolled her wrists. Pure terror flashed in his eyes.

"Don't panic," Juniper said, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She turned toward him, flashing a bright, utterly manufactured smile. "The desk was slightly crooked. I just nudged it a bit."

Nudged it a bit? the rest of the class thought wildly.

Was this something a fragile, pampered girl was supposed to be capable of?

Judging by that display of raw power, she could probably punch a cow to death.

Leland swallowed hard, too afraid to even exhale loudly.

"I'm done. You guys can go back to chatting." Juniper offered a lazy smirk, strolled right back to her seat, and happily opened a game on her phone.

The previously buzzing classroom fell dead silent.

No one dared utter another word.

Shortly after, Professor Dawson walked in carrying a stack of exams. His face was darker than a thundercloud.

He was visibly furious.

Leland instantly straightened his posture, glancing back at a calm Juniper with a gloating smirk.

A zero.

Once the grades were announced, he couldn't wait to see how she'd have the nerve to claim she "understood the material" and stay in the class.

"Look at how you all performed on this exam," Professor Dawson slammed the papers onto the podium, glaring icy daggers at the room. "If you're this careless now, who in their right mind would ever trust you with a patient?"

The students remained dead silent. Professor Dawson was notoriously strict; they were used to the brutal scoldings.

"On this test, someone actually scored a zero," he announced, his voice vibrating with rage.

Someone really got a zero?

The answer seemed obvious!

Dawson picked up the last two exams, his gaze drifting toward Juniper with a bizarrely conflicted expression.

He looked from the test to her, his face radiating absolute incomprehension.

The students felt even more validated.

It was rare for the professor to look so utterly baffled. Juniper's answers must have been so catastrophic that it made him question reality.

Leland smirked, deliberately speaking up, "Why so quiet, Professor? Are you hesitating to reprimand her because you're afraid of her powerful connections?"

A classmate chimed in, "Probably."

"It's easy to invite a problem in, but hard to kick it out. The professor really dug his own grave this time!" Leland scoffed.

Another student added, "Her psychological endurance is impressive, though. I bet she won't even show her face tomorrow."

"Obviously," Leland laughed. "If I got a zero, I'd find a hole to crawl into and hide. I wouldn't sit here making a fool of myself!"

"I will hand out the zero score first," Dawson interrupted, his tone chillingly sharp.

Everyone looked up simultaneously, fully expecting to hear Juniper's name echo through the room.