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Purple Summers imagined many possibilities and countermeasures on her way to the office.

But when she arrived at the office, she couldn’t help but curse in her heart: Damn it!

There was a pack of cigarettes in Ryan Wesley’s bag!

No matter what school it is, smoking by students is strictly prohibited! Ryan Wesley, who is used to flaunting his power on regular days, has always been turned a blind eye by teachers. However, now that the cigarettes were found in Purple Summers’ bag, this is a big problem!

Purple Summers felt like she was about to cry in her heart.

She dodged Yolanda Summers and Laura Summers’ schemes, only to be trapped by the fool Ryan Wesley!

“This is not mine,” said Purple Summers softly, with wide, moist, innocent eyes like a deer, “These are my brother’s cigarettes. I hid them in my bag to try to make him quit smoking, but I forgot to take them out and throw them away when I came to school this morning.”

Purple Summers really didn’t look like a bad student who would smoke. She had performed well since entering school, not very talkative, and always gave the impression to the teachers as an introverted and shy girl.

However, out of responsibility, the teacher still asked Purple Summers to invite her parent to explain the situation.

Purple Summers really wanted to curse.

She couldn’t tell Atra Blanc about this matter. Alexander Summers was not at home these days, and how could she have hidden his cigarettes? Would she have to expose Yolanda Summers and Laura Summers’ plot directly?

While thinking about her mother’s naive personality, she decided to forget about it.

Purple Summers thought about it for a while, and eventually, still in the homeroom teacher’s office, she called Alexander Summers…

“Purple?” There was a little surprise in Alexander Summers’ voice.

It was not easy to make Purple Summers call him proactively.

The homeroom teacher was nearby, so Purple Summers gritted her teeth and said, “Brother, the cigarettes you couldn’t find yesterday were actually hidden by me in my bag… Can you come to school now and help me explain the situation to the teacher?”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Purple Summers’ heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Oh God, please don’t let Alexander Summers expose the truth!

“Okay, I will be at school before the end of the day,” said Alexander Summers.

Purple Summers was completely relieved.

He understood her meaning.

The last class in the morning ended, and it was time for lunch-break.

Zara Jameson and Jane McCain deliberately went to Purple Summers’ class, inviting her to the cafeteria for lunch.

Zara Jameson asked with concern, “I went to find you during the break, and your classmates said that the homeroom teacher called you away. Are you okay?”

Zara Jameson was worried that Purple Summers would be implicated in the issues surrounding students buying illegal test answer keys at school.

Purple Summers shook her head and repeated the excuse about helping her brother quit smoking.

Jane McCain said, “You’re too naive. If your brother couldn’t find his cigarettes, wouldn’t he just buy another pack?”

Purple Summers forced a smile, feeling embarrassed. She could only pretend to be naive and didn’t say anything more.

A long, long line had formed for food in the cafeteria, and the three girls followed the line, slowly sauntering their way to get food.

During this time, Zara Jameson was talking about her brother, “He suddenly quit his teaching job for no reason and said he wanted to start an English training institute with a few friends. My parents are not happy.”

Mr. Jameson hoped his son could enter the government and eventually the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Mrs. Jameson hoped their son could continue his studies and later teach in a university.

Henry Jameson, however, did not follow either path and went into the English training business, which seems related to education but is essentially doing business.

As a family of generations raised on books, the Jamesons were exasperated when their son pursued business instead. Thanks to their understanding nature, the situation didn’t escalate further. In any other family, there would have been a lot more conflict.

“What’s so great about being a teacher? Your brother has grown up like this, teaching in a school would mislead the students. It’s better for him to go out and try new things.” Jane McCain’s unique way of comforting Zara made it sound like an insult.

Zara Jameson’s mouth twitched a little, “So being a teacher means one can’t be good-looking? That is professional prejudice..”