Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 645

"Only you are being so difficult!" Martin was so furious that his mustache bristled, and he glared angrily.

"Sheldon didn't complain about me disturbing him!"

"Who said that?" Sheldon immediately quipped up. "Mr. Young, I want to complain about Mr. Kamp too!

He is discriminating against us! He doesn't watch any of the other students. He only stares at us both!"

"Me too!" Elliot also shouted from across the aisle.

"What has this got to do with you!?" Martin rolled his eyes at Elliot.

Elliot smacked his lips. Then, he lowered his head and muttered under his breath, "Looking at you

upsets me so much that my answers are all jumbled up…"

However, Mason did not take Elise's side in this matter. "The invigilation rules did not mention

preventing a teacher from standing in a certain spot for an extended period of time. You have all

undergone the mock exams before, so you should know that an invigilator has the right to stand

anywhere. It's more important that you adjust your mentality as soon as possible."

Martin curved his lips triumphantly. Let's see what other things you can come up with now. No matter

what, I'm going to discover the secrets behind how Elise answers the test questions today!

Elise pondered for a bit. Then, she stood up and asked, "Mr. Young, can I take the test on the table

next to you?"

There were two tables on the podium. One was higher, and one was lower. They usually used the

lower table to store chalk and other miscellaneous stationery. Nevertheless, it was pretty neatly

organized.

"Won't the pressure be great if I stare at you?" Mason asked in amusement.

"Nope." She moved quickly while speaking, carrying her chair and sitting beside him.

He couldn't stop laughing at the sight. I've been teaching for so many years, but this is the first time I've

ever met such a unique student. Of course, there have been many students with great confidence and

abilities. Even so, she is the first one to act so magnanimously.

"Okay, okay. The test will continue like this." Mason hurriedly spoke up to defuse the situation when he

saw that Martin was about to lose his temper again.

Martin burned with rage but had nowhere to vent his anger. Thus, he could only glare furiously at Elise,

who was sitting on the podium, and his gaze never shifted away from her for a second.

Unfortunately for him, the exam ended with him failing to discover anything.

While he collected the test papers, he deliberately pulled a little trick. He picked out her test papers and

positioned them so that they were placed third from the bottom. This way, he would immediately

recognize her test papers even after they were sealed and bound. When the time comes, it doesn't

matter what kind of results she gets. I only need to do a little something…

——

…

After the exam, somebody suggested that they head to the Snack Street for a gathering. The Elite

Class had been established for so long, but they had never held a party before. The class monitor was

met with a hundred responses as soon as he made the suggestion, and everybody agreed to his

proposal.

Along the way, Elliot seemed gloomy. Sheldon hooked his arm around Elliot's shoulders and

intentionally stretched out his hand to tickle the latter's stomach. "Mr. Howard, are you sad because

you did badly in your exams?"

"F*ck off." Elliot pushed Sheldon away irritably. "Who is worried about that!?"

Sheldon rubbed his chest where Elliot shoved him and asked suspiciously, "What else is there to worry

about?"

"I'm worried about my father." Elliot sighed and suddenly looked depressed. "He's ill. He's terribly ill."

"Don't joke around. I saw your father on the cover of a gossip magazine just two days ago, surrounded

by women. He sure doesn't look like a sick person to me," Sheldon joked.

Elise's sharp hearing caught those words, and she couldn't help listening in on their conversation. Elliot

Howard… Mr. Howard… They can't be from the same family, right?

"As you said, that was a few days ago. He has not regained consciousness since passing out at a hotel

during his last outing. Even the doctors have no idea what's wrong with him." Elliot slumped his head

dejectedly and aggressively kicked at a rock by his feet. "Although I don't like my father, he is very good

to me. I don't want anything to happen to him."

The mention of his father made him stop in his tracks. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked like an

abandoned child.

Sheldon walked over and patted Elliot heavily on the shoulder, then he said comfortingly, "Don't worry.

Mr. Howard will be fine."

"Um…" Elise cleared her throat uncomfortably and asked awkwardly, "Is your father's surname

Howard?"

Sheldon smiled wryly. "What do you think, Boss? Have you gone senile? You forgot the exam time this

morning. And now, you have even forgotten the common sense that all children take after their father's

surname?"

"Okay." She was sure now—that handsy Mr. Howard is Elliot's father. Then, she continued, "Sheldon is

right. Your father will be fine after sleeping for a few days."

When she saw how distraught Winona had been, she used the needle with the most potent anesthetic.

Unfortunately, it would probably take two to five days of sleep for the effects of the drug to recede.

"I hope so." However, Elliot did not hold out much hope, and he was wondering if he should head

abroad in search of a doctor.

"But, your father is quite the debauched man," Elise said meaningfully.

"You must be talking about those gossip magazines." Elliot looked at her innocently. "I think it's fine. My

father is single and wealthy. Isn't it normal for him to have a few women around him? He was hoping to

find me a stepmother who would love me. But those women are always targeting his money. None of

them have ever thought of being nice to me. He later figured it out, so he only looked to fool around

without bringing marriage to the table."

"Single?" She stopped in her tracks. "Are your parents divorced?"

He looked even more depressed and shook his head. "My mother died in labor when giving birth to me.

For so many years, it was my dad who brought me up alone."

She originally thought that this would be a story of a lecherous man fooling around outside so much

that his wife became fed up with his behavior and eventually left her family and her children behind.

However, she had not expected such a sad story instead.

"I'm sorry." She quickly apologized.

"It's fine." He lifted his hand and scratched the back of his head. "In any case, I've never had a mother

since I was a child, and I've gotten used to it. Besides, my father has always spoiled me, so I've never

suffered any grievances."

Elliot had once mentioned what he did not lack the most. Mr. Lowry of Blitzy Entertainment also said

previously that Mr. Howard held a very high position in the industry. With a family background like that,

it was true that a child would grow up cherished and all his troubles swept away easily.

"Here." She took out a small glass bottle containing transparent liquid from her bag. "Take this back

with you and ask your family doctor to inject your dad with this. He should be able to wake up by

tomorrow."

"What is this?" He picked the bottle up and examined it.

"Um… My husband gave it to me; it's just a supplement that's very good for the body. Just think about

it. A person will feel energetic if their body is nourished. I'm sure he will wake up as soon as his vitality

is restored." She came up with a bunch of excuses in response.

"A supplement?" Sheldon seemed to have heard something incredible. Suddenly, his gaze became

curious when he looked at Elise. Then, he leaned over and sneakily whispered in her ear. "Mr. Griffith is

so strong. Does he usually need to take vitality enhancement supplements?"

"You!" Her face flushed red. Then she reached out and smacked his head. "I was talking about

supplementing the body with nutrients! I didn't mean that!"

"Hehehe…" Sheldon rubbed at the spot where he was beaten and smiled tauntingly. "Boss, you don't

need to understand. I understand. I understand…"

Elise was rendered speechless. What the hell do you understand!?