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Chapter 98
With those words, Nicole pulled her hands away from the table and slowly walked back to her seat, leaving the class in a stunned silence.
Gary watched her retreating figure, her posture still perfect even as she leaned back lazily.
Unlike Raine and Snow, whose pride was loud and boastful, Nicole’s pride was quiet and inherent.
It wasn’t something she flaunted, but it was unmistakable in her every action and movement.
Gary’s thoughts shifted back to the zero on Nicole’s test paper.
He knew he had been wrong, but the determination in his eyes was clear.
Mr.
Louis had once said that Nicole was talented, and he believed she deserved a chance at the Math Olympiad.
He could not allow her to be excluded from the competition.
He would help her win the bet, no matter what.
After a moment, Gary glanced at Nicole and then turned to Jack, his voice cold.
“Come with me.”
Jack, confused, followed Gary out of the room.
The class remained in an uneasy silence, the air thick with tension.
Instead of confronting Nicole, Gary had taken Jack, the source of the trouble, with him.
The girls in the class looked at Nicole with jealousy, while Vivian shot Nicole a frosty glare, her eyes filled with disdain.
Nicole, however, didn’t even acknowledge Vivian’s gaze.
She knew that fixing the situation with Gary was the key to everything falling into place.
If she could deal with him, the rest would follow.
When the bell rang, the class quickly returned to normal as everyone’s attention shifted elsewhere.
Ms.
Emerson entered the room and noticed that Gary and Jack were missing from their seats.
She frowned but said nothing, and the class continued as usual.
After the lesson, Ms.
Emerson called Nicole out to speak with her privately.
She handed Nicole two exercises, looking at her thoughtfully.
“I’ve been thinking about it, and I believe you’re not the kind of person to make irresponsible comments.
These are math papers from previous Math Olympiad competitions, authored by Mr.
Hancock.
Take them home and study them.”
Nicole, slightly surprised by the sincerity in Ms.
Emerson’s voice, accepted the papers without hesitation.
“Thank you, Ms.
Emerson.”
Ms.
Emerson smiled warmly.
“Good luck, Nicole.”
As Nicole walked away, Ms.
Emerson stood still, watching her with a quiet smile before whispering softly, “All the best.” She had been reflecting on Nicole’s situation and realized she had misjudged her.
Nicole wasn’t just trying to show off; she was trying to prove herself, and as a teacher, Ms.
Emerson needed to encourage her rather than doubt her.
Back in the office, Ms.
Emerson had barely sat down when Mr.
Kennedy entered, holding a thermos cup in his hand.
“I hear your student, Nicole, who can barely help herself, is offering to tutor Austin, who’s barely passing.
Just a reminder—Austin’s in twelfth grade, and his academic problems are beyond Nicole’s ability to solve.
You need to keep an eye on your ‘Math Olympiad genius.’ Don’t forget about the bet we have.”