My Destined Lover

“?” Laura was puzzled to see Lucy giving her an exaggerated thumbs up. Laura, “…” she’s got so many tricks. But she smiled lightly as she lowered her head and took notes in her book.

…

The morning passed quickly.

During the lunch break, the students started to go to the cafeteria to have lunch.

Laura packed up the new books that had been handed out and readied to head out. Then the phone in her pocket vibrated with a “buzz”.

Marcus sent her a text message on time.

[Remember to have lunch. I’ll pick you up after school.

Laura was a bit speechless. Needless to say, she will eat well. But it is undeniable that when she saw the text message, she felt a little happy.

She typed in a sentence, [Well, okay.] Before she sent it out, her shoulder was suddenly tapped from behind.

“Laura, why are you standing still? Aren’t you going to eat yet?” Lucy popped her head out and found out that Laura was editing a text message, and then immediately retracted her head. It’s not good to peek at others’ privacy.

Laura noticed her action and smiled. After sending the text message out naturally, and put away her phone.

“I haven’t gone to the office to see Mrs. Davis for the teacher prolonged her class. You go ahead and eat.”

Lucy scratched her head in confusion, “Well, I’ll go first then.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Yeah.”

…

At this moment in the office.

“That student named Laura, her spoken Spanish is standard. The last time I heard such standard pronunciation was in Spain!” Mrs. Davis, who was grading the papers on her desk, couldn’t help but praise her.

The other teachers who were close to her were not so convinced, “Really? I heard that Laura is from the countryside. How could she speak standard?”

“Why would I lie.” Mrs. Davis smiled, still being good-tempered, “Next time, I’ll let you see.”

“What does standard pronunciation mean?” In the corner of the office, another female teacher suddenly spoke up with disdain, “Class 8 is full of bad students. She speaks well doesn’t mean she’s good at studying.”

Mrs. Davis said, “Mrs. Wilson, what do you mean?”

“Is there anything wrong with what I said?” Mrs. Wilson mocked, standing her ground against Mrs. Davis, “Everyone in school knows that students who are placed in Class 8 will only be study slackers? Being good at pronunciation doesn’t mean anything, but being able to get good grades in all aspects is excellent. Take Lily … in my class for example,” said Mrs. Wilson, raising her head proudly, “She has always been in the top three students in the school. She should be the best student for the teacher to be proud of!”

Mrs. Davis put down her pen, and said calmly, “Mrs. Wilson, how many times do I have to tell you that grades are not the only criteria for judging a student.”

Mrs. Wilson did not relent and wanted to continue to retort, “You …”

At that moment, there was a knock at the door

“Mrs. Davis, I’m here for the praxes.” Laura opened the door and entered.

Mrs. Wilson shut her mouth up and didn’t say a word.