The English teacher’s words were sharp and cruel. Many of the students knew who she was talking about and secretly glanced back at Chloe Sinclair, who was sitting in the very last row.
But Chloe Sinclair’s large, dark eyes were filled with bewilderment, as if she had no idea the teacher was talking about her.
This wasn’t what the teacher had expected. She had thought Chloe Sinclair would slump over her desk in misery like she used to, which would have given her an opening for a few more sarcastic remarks. But now, the target of her scorn was meeting her gaze, looking completely clueless that she was the one being criticized.
A strange burst of anger flared up inside the English teacher. She couldn’t help but shout, "Chloe Sinclair, stand up!"
"Yes, teacher? Is something wrong?"
Chloe Sinclair slowly stood up, her hands hanging naturally at her sides.
Seeing her composed and unruffled demeanor made the English teacher’s heart skip a beat. Chloe was dressed differently today, too. Not only that, but her dark eyes seemed to hold a deep, flowing light that made the teacher’s scalp tingle. For a moment, she was at a loss for words.
Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught the test papers on her desk. Remembering Chloe Sinclair’s grades, she snapped, "I was talking about you! Look at yourself. It’s bad enough you have no self-respect, but your exam performance is a complete mess, too. Everyone else wrote the essay except you. What, do you think you can fly to the moon?!"
"Look at your sister! She’s always first in the grade. I really don’t understand how two sisters can be so different!"
After her tirade, she added, "Get up here."
Chloe Sinclair continued to comply. As she walked past Summer Beckett’s desk, her friend shot her a worried look.
But Chloe Sinclair didn’t mind. In her past life, she had grown accustomed to these words, so they no longer bothered her. She gave Summer Beckett a smile and calmly walked up to the front of the classroom.
However, when she saw the red X’s all over her test paper, she couldn’t help but feel a little exasperated.
"See your score?"
Chloe Sinclair nodded, indicating that she had.
’The score really is atrocious.’
"Now that you’ve seen it, take it and get lost. Get out of my sight!"
With that, she flicked the paper, intending to throw it on the floor.
Chloe Sinclair’s eyes darkened, and she caught it in mid-air.
Then she turned and walked back to her seat without a backward glance.
After handing out the rest of the tests, the English teacher gave everyone time to make corrections—which was really just a study hall.
Chloe Sinclair stared at her own atrocious test paper. She hesitated a few times before finally tapping Summer Beckett on the back.
"What did you score?"
Summer Beckett giggled and generously showed off her test. "16.5. That’s 0.5 points higher than you."
Chloe Sinclair: "..."
Seeing Chloe Sinclair’s silence, Summer Beckett assumed the girl was feeling hurt and embarrassed. She couldn’t help but try to comfort her, "I just guessed on all of them. It was pure luck..."
Realizing her words might hurt the girl’s pride even more, she quickly added, "Tell you what, I’ll score a few points lower next time. I promise you won’t get yelled at by that old hag like you did today."
Chloe Sinclair: "...Shut up."
With that, she carefully put her test paper away.
For the rest of the period, the English teacher didn’t bother Chloe Sinclair again, but Chloe didn’t dare work on her math during the class either.
She wasn’t bothered by the little incident.
She remembered that this teacher didn’t meet a good end.
’As a teacher, she was flirting with other male teachers at school and ended up two-timing them.’
’One of the men she was involved with was married. When his wife found out, she came to the school and gave the homewrecker a brutal beating, then posted a video of it online, causing a huge stir.’
’In the end, both parties involved were fired. Their lives probably weren’t easy after that.’
Chloe Sinclair didn’t dwell on it. She studied in her "Study God System" until class was over. When Chloe stood up to leave, Nina Sinclair blocked her way.
Chloe Sinclair knew then that the driver wasn’t coming for her. She started walking while waiting for a bus.
By now, the sky had gradually darkened. Fortunately, the road was lit by streetlights on both sides. The light wasn’t strong, but it was enough to see the path ahead.
Ever since her rebirth, her senses were much sharper than in her previous life. So as she walked past an alley, she heard a faint groan.
That familiar sound rang in her ears. Chloe Sinclair’s heart trembled. Without a moment’s hesitation, she quickened her pace and headed deeper into the alley.
The streetlight from outside cast long shadows within. By the dim light, Chloe Sinclair could see a man sitting against a wall.
The man was dressed all in black, one hand clutching his abdomen. His long legs were stretched out casually, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. His jet-black eyes were fixed on Chloe Sinclair, like those of a hunted animal.
Chloe Sinclair almost cried out in shock.
The man before her was Jasper Shaw, her husband from her past life.
She never expected that this was how she would meet him.
"Jasper..."
Chloe Sinclair suddenly remembered that the Jasper Shaw of this time didn’t know her yet. After a moment’s thought, she said, "Sir, do you need..."
Before she could finish, Jasper Shaw suddenly grabbed her ankle. His expression was unfocused, and it was clear he was in very bad shape.
"Help... help me!"
Jasper Shaw’s hands were covered in blood. As soon as Chloe Sinclair crouched down, she was hit by a thick, metallic scent.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard a clamor of voices from outside the alley.
"Fuck, Jasper Shaw actually got away! Find him for me, now! Once you find him, cripple him on the spot!"
"Go check if there’s anyone in this alley."

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