Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 219

At Aurora High School, inside the staff office, the dean held up the request form, his expression stern.

“You want to take off four consecutive evening study halls? Absolutely not. There are exams every night from now on.”

While her grades were excellent, she couldn’t rely on luck to get a perfect score every time. Pride comes before a fall, and he wouldn’t let her slack off at such a critical time.

“I know,” Juniper nodded, her attitude surprisingly pleasant. “That’s why I’m requesting to take the exams in advance.”

That way, she wouldn’t fall behind, right?

Before the dean could respond, the other teachers in the office chimed in, “We agree! We agree!”

They hadn’t gotten enough of her perfect test papers last time. The physics teacher, Keith, was particularly excited. “Approve her request! Approve it now!” he shouted.

“…You all just spoil her,” the dean grumbled, but he helplessly stamped the form and stormed out of the office. A few steps later, he poked his head back in. “If she doesn’t get a high score, I’m docking all of your pay.”

The other teachers looked at Juniper, their faces screaming, “We don’t want a pay cut!”

Juniper tilted her head, a corner of her mouth lifting into a reassuring smile. Seeing that confident grin, all the teachers breathed a collective sigh of relief.

And so, Juniper spent her lunch breaks taking exams and skipped her evening classes.

“Alright, you can go,” the literature teacher said, holding a perfect paper with a beaming smile. “Walk slowly, don’t trip.”

Juniper was now Aurora High’s prized possession; they couldn’t afford for anything to happen to her.

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Ghoul rubbed the back of his neck, feeling deeply unsettled. Was Kurt just trying to pick up this girl?

This wouldn’t do. He still needed to find a way to convince J to race.

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For this year’s competition, Kurt was the only driver from the Orient Country region whose points qualified him for entry. But his luck was terrible; he had drawn a track position on the far edge. On a lane like that, it was difficult to control speed during sharp turns, making it easy to fly off the track. It was also more susceptible to interference from other drivers, which could cause a vehicle to flip.

No wonder Kurt was so anxious.

“Juniper, that one up ahead is my car. Pretty sweet, right?” Kurt said, walking beside her with a wide grin, eagerly awaiting her praise.