“I laughed because you questioned a potential victim rather than finding out who put the basin on the door. Isn't that ridiculous?” Arielle said casually.
Donovan was stunned, and he couldn't refute her words.
Arielle continued, “I'm intrigued. I would have been the victim if I hadn't stopped to call someone and let Wendy in first. Will you also interrogate Wendy in this manner?”
Donovan was rendered speechless, but he already knew the answer. No, of course.
Arielle smiled and said, “Mr. Baxter, I know what you're thinking. Wendy is a talented student, and I'm just someone that got in from the backdoor, but we're all your students. Can you at least treat
me like one?”
Donovan moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything to express his frustration.
In that regard, he did make a mistake, but it was undeniable that Arielle was not an outstanding student, so he felt that questioning her shouldn't be a concern.
After all, he expected Arielle to be the victim, but she let Wendy in instead.
Thus, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Donovan gazed deeply into Arielle's eyes and said, “You're good at debating. I hope you keep that intelligence in studying too. Don't get kicked out after just a month.”
“Thanks, Mr. Baxter for the advice. I will do my best. If there isn't anything else, I'll head back to
class first.”
Having that said, she turned around and left before Donovan could reply.
Seeing how she swaggered to the lecture hall, the regret in Donovan dissipated immediately.
That's what I assumed, a lousy student. She has no idea how to respect a teacher. In school, the teacher is the authority, but she treats me with such an attitude. She has no idea what politeness is! That is the distinction between a good and a bad student.
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