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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 13

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 13

Emily immediately spoke after standing up, “Mr. Smith, is there a mistake? How could Janet possibly get first place? Besides, did she receive full marks for English? That’s impossible!”

Upon hearing Emily’s comment, the students in the classroom kicked up a fuss too.

“That’s right; how could Janet possibly get first place?”

“I don’t believe that—it’s already a miracle if she passes the exam.”

“Well, she must have cheated!”

“Those who cheated would be expelled from Star High School.”

Everybody in the classroom shot Janet despicable looks and they started to mock her.

“Janet… How did this happen?” Abby asked her in a quiet voice.

When she looked up at Janet, her eyes were shining brightly with confidence and assurance.

“Shut up, everybody!”

Gordon was utterly annoyed with the constant chatter of his classmates, which sounded like birds chirping. “Mr. Smith has yet to comment. Who are you guys to blindly speculate?”

Everybody immediately fell silent because it was the first time Gordon lost his cool in the classroom.

Respectable!

Mr. Smith was in an awkward situation upon facing such an issue because he wasn’t sure how to handle it.

He frowned while reassuring Emily, “You should take your seat first!”

Emily was adamant because she was confident that her classmates were on her side. “Mr. Smith, I don’t believe that Janet has received full marks for her French test! Previously, during our French class, I was the one who solved a question for her. Naturally, as the class monitor, I trust all my classmates. Therefore, it doesn’t mean that she cheated… Could there be an error with the names?”

Mr. Smith was stunned into silence for a moment, but he did not have evidence to prove that Janet was cheating. Hence, he could only maintain his principles and morals as a teacher to provide her with the dignity she deserved and patiently advised, “Dear students, a village education doesn’t necessarily mean that it’d be any lesser than an education in Sandfort City. I hope everyone here would treat a child from the village with fairness.”

“Mr. Smith, I don’t think it’s plausible too,” Janet broke the silence after hesitantly biting her lip. Her comment had shocked everybody in class.

Mr. Smith looked at her. “Janet, what is happening? Didn’t you say that you took the exam on your own earlier in the office?”

She had been holding back for the entire day. Now that she finally had the chance to speak, she abruptly stood up. “Mr. Smith, I’d like to clarify something. Why is my Spanish only 144 and how could I have scored a mere 146 for Math? There must be a mistake!”

She was shocked to her core when she learned about her results. Did I only score 146 for Mathematics? Have I wasted all my efforts to learn Math in Markovia?

There was an uproar among the students in class. Janet is such a shameless person! She cheated, but she’s demanding for full marks!

He was also rendered speechless by her response, so he clapped while instructing the class, “Enough is enough! Please be quiet! You will all know your mistakes once you receive your test papers in the afternoon.”

Soon enough, he instructed Emily to hand the result slips to the class. Then, he allowed everybody to rearrange their seats, according to their placement within the class.

Therefore, being in the first place gave Janet the right to be the first to choose her seat.

However, she did not switch and instead remained seated.

Abby was utterly grateful for her decision. “Janet, you have such good results, so why would you sit with me?”

Janet raised her brow before teasing her, “Girl, I’m nowhere as capable as you are. In all honesty, my results are mediocre, at best. I was just lucky with this test.”

However, she regretted once she sat down. Why did I choose the second last person? I could have Gordon seated at the front… It is much more carefree in the last row. Wouldn’t it be nicer to enjoy the scenery in its entirety? It’s such a pity…

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