It was standing there for ten minutes before a clue came clear to her confused mind.
Klara she said lipstick.
She knew the lipstick was faulty, so now she was the one who caused her to become like this?
Polly’s howls of rage were meaningless, and so was her pounding on Klara’s door and screaming.
Klara was sitting inside Soul Stone’s boundary, concentrating on her studies.
Polly cried until she had no more strength to beat or scold, before sliding to the floor and sitting on her knees, muttering.
“I’m going to make you… make you pay, you wait… you wait!”
A weekend passed in a flash.
I expected Polly to make a fuss, or to make another set up, or even to fight her to the death.
Instead, nothing happened.
Polly’s quietness surprised Klara, but more than anything, she was wary.
This is not Polly’s style, so she has to be careful of her opponent’s deadly actions.
When Klara arrived in class on Monday, she was greeted by another wave of chatter.
“Polly is so embarrassed… she took off her clothes and kissed a man…”
“But she was drugged like that. If you ask me, she’s also a victim and poor.”
“And I heard that Klara was the one who poisoned her, she also slapped Polly before, so cruel.”
“That’s a real sister… that’s terrible, Klara is too vicious, right?”
She raised her eyebrows at these comments against her, it would only be like this every time, boring or not.
Klara didn’t think anything of it, it was a routine move for Wilfred and Isobel, right?
It’s the kind of thing a father would do, to slander one daughter for another, it’s her father who is the most ruthless.
She does not care to explain, these people do not affect her.
Put the book bag just sit down, next to a furry head poking out.
“Hey. Did you press Ana’s head into the toilet?”
Carson hadn’t even been here last Friday, so he had missed the relief of Klara pressing Ana’s head into the toilet.
Looking at Carson’s impish and excited smile, Klara couldn’t help but look at him with a complicated look.
“Aren’t you too misinformed? I press Ana’s head when all the news is.”
“Just this week I also drugged that sister of mine, you didn’t hear what they were talking about just now, huh?”
Carson waved a big hand.
“What does your sister have to do with me? I just want to know if you really pressed that noisy woman Ana’s head?”
Klara couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes lit up.
“It’s true.”
“Shit!”
Carson slammed the table with a loud thud that made Klara frown.
“Made me miss it!”
Carson was really bitter by Ana, the one he was most annoyed by in the whole school was Ana the woman with no eyes.
The woman who can’t be driven away and doesn’t seem to have much self-respect or shame.
Carson’s heart aches at the thought of missing out on that kind of relief, when is the wrong time to miss class, but that day!
If he could have been a spectator, if he could have seen that scene with his own eyes.
Then Ana, even if she was cheeky, should be embarrassed to appear in front of herself.
The more he thought about it, the more regretful he was, Carson smilingly came over and proposed.
“Then can you press once more? You said in advance this time, I would love to see it.”
Klara’s mouth twitched, how she did not find Carson still have such a bitchy time, but still think not even think to reply to.
“No way.”
Carson asked flatly, hearing her dry refusal.
“Why can’t you do it once why can’t you do it a second time?”
Klara looked at him with an intellectually dishonest look and replied with disgust.
“You don’t mind getting dirty, I mind getting dirty.”
Even if the toilet was cleaned, it was still a toilet after all, so why would she want to go back and toss it again?
Carson knew it was hopeless to press again, and his face was full of life and death.
Only he quickly adjusted to his emotions.
“Last time I watched you save Kaleb, lancing that…”
Klara interrupted him.
“That’s called acupuncture.”
Why do you have to say needles, it’s hard to hear and unprofessional!
Carson nodded good-naturedly, turned the pen in his hand, and asked carelessly.
“How do you know how to do acupuncture?”
Klara’s eyes dodged for a moment, and finally someone asked the question.
But she couldn’t tell the truth, could she say that she learned it in her past life?
So she could only speak vaguely.
“From a not-so-famous old herbalist.”
Carson originally wanted to continue to dig into the root of the problem, but unexpectedly the class teacher suddenly walked in, the topic had to be forced to end.
“Stop arguing and go back to your seats.”
Noel was their homeroom teacher, in his 30s or 40s, but kind-looking.
He came into the classroom and frowned and told everyone to go back to their seats and be quiet, and only after a long time did he continue.
“This time the social practice assignment is down, I’ll explain it to you.”
There was a wail from below.
Oakleaf College is, after all, an aristocratic school, in which students do not rely on reading to earn their own future.
Therefore, more than the content of science and education, the school also pays great attention to the development of personal skills, such as social and networking.
That’s why there is a social practice.
After all, they just have to find a company and do some interviews.
Then they would just sort out the interviews and turn in a report.
“Today’s list is sent down, everyone just has to fill in the company they want to investigate.”
Noel scratched his head and slowly divided the sheets in his hand, and added another sentence.
“According to everyone’s different interests, the school will be randomly grouped.”
People with the same interests are to be grouped together in one group, and then the group members themselves finalize which company they will actually go to.
Klara took the list passed in front of her and looked at the requirements in general.
The requirements were basically the same as Noel’s, except that they were more specific, such as interviewing the leaders of public companies and having social influence.
The corners of Klara’s mouth twitched, feeling that this was a request written for Stanley.
She could only think of Stanley, after all, the man’s influence…
She shrugged, Stanley’s popularity and influence, it was recognized.
So she didn’t hesitate to put Stanley’s name in the “People I want to interview” section.
When Carson saw her name, his heart fluttered and his eyes flashed, but he didn’t say anything.
Klara naturally didn’t notice anything unusual about Carson, and went into the boundary to study as usual.
The morning passed uneventfully, and only after lunch did Klara wander up to the school’s rooftop.
She liked to nap here, with a book over her face and the sun on her body, she was so dazed she was about to fall asleep.
But to her surprise, a familiar and flattering voice rang out beside her.