Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 522

Juniper stayed at a relaxed pace, jogging slowly near the back of the pack. By the fourth lap, students were already starting to fall behind, and the formation had become a chaotic mess. Many of those who weren't used to exercise were left far behind. Juniper was among them.

"And here I thought you were something special," Farrell sneered, pacing back and forth with his arms crossed. His voice dripped with contempt. "Turns out you're just a pretty face with no substance."

"Uncle..." Yolanda whispered, her eyes welling up with tears as she stood beside Farrell.

"Don't worry," Farrell reassured her in a low voice. "If your mother hadn't paid to get me out of that trouble, I might be in jail right now. I'll make sure you get your justice."

As the time limit approached, with Juniper still at the back, her classmates began to worry for her. Farrell watched the clock, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he waited for Juniper to fail. At her current speed, there was no way she would make it.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Just as Farrell began the countdown, Juniper, who had been jogging lazily, suddenly accelerated. She moved with incredible speed, as if she had rockets strapped to her feet.

When Farrell shouted "one," Juniper came to a perfect stop in her designated spot, not even breathing heavily. Compared to the other students who looked half-dead, the difference was astounding.

Farrell had planned to use this to make an example of her and assert his authority. Who would have thought she'd have such good luck, finishing right on the dot?

"Juniper, why were you running so slow?" Hattie, who was standing next to her, asked in confusion.

"Didn't eat enough for breakfast. No energy," Juniper replied nonchalantly, pursing her lips. The thought of not being able to go home for two weeks had killed her appetite. She had been conserving energy by jogging slowly.

"What?" Hattie was floored by this answer, her mind buzzing.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Juniper complied.

"Feet together, chin down..." Farrell changed his instructions again, commanding her.

After he went back and forth a couple of times, Juniper figured it out. Heh. This idiot instructor was targeting her, wasn't he?

"What are you looking at?" Farrell crossed his arms, his posture arrogant and thuggish. "Think you're so special just because you got a perfect score?"

Hearing the instructor's reprimand, the other students stole glances at Juniper. His attitude was awful. Any other girl would probably have burst into tears.

But Juniper tilted her head up, her cool eyes fixed on Farrell, completely unfazed. "A perfect-score scholar... why wouldn't that be special? Why don't you try and get one?"