Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 656

"Which answers?" The question tripped up Elliot. "Wait a moment."

He bent down while speaking, hooked his arm around Sheldon's neck, and turned them around.

"Which answer was tampered with? Quickly tell me!"

"F*ck your grandfather, Elliot Howard!" Sheldon suppressed his voice and spat out those words through

gritted teeth.

"I don't have a grandfather." Elliot was unfazed by the curses and tightened his arm around Sheldon's

neck. "It's urgent! Don't you want Boss to remain in the Elite Class?"

At the mention of Elise, Sheldon endured the embarrassment and explained the situation to Elliot word

by word. "Multiple-choice questions number three and number seven. The 'C' has been changed to

'D'!"

"Thank you, darling!" Elliot roughly patted Sheldon on the shoulder and gave him a flying kiss. After

that, he swiftly turned around and shamelessly mechanically repeated those words. "I changed the

multiple-choice questions number three and seven to 'D'."

"What!?" Mason hurriedly picked up the answer sheet when he heard those words. Then, after he put

on his glasses, he squinted at the paper and gave it a good hard look. Sure enough, the 'D' from those

questions was clearly flatter than the 'D' from another question. It looked very unnatural.

He was so furious that he slammed the answer sheet on the table. Then, he pointed a finger at Elliot

and admonished the latter. "Why would you do something like that!?"

"I already did it anyway. So, you can go ahead and scold me. But, in any case, I'm used to it," Elliot

said in a devil may care attitude. He even tilted his head to the side and tapped his foot, looking

extremely at ease.

Mason sighed and put on a regretful expression. "If that's the case, then you can leave the Elite Class

immediately. Don't ever claim to be my student."

Martin was dumbstruck by the scenario playing out in front of him. What is going on here? Are they

singing a duet? It's obvious that Elliot and Sheldon are colluding with each other. It's so obvious! How

can Mason not notice!?

"Thank you, Mr. Young!" Elliot swung his shoulder bag over his shoulder and swaggered toward the

classroom door. "I get to finish class early again!"

"Stop right there!" Martin was so furious that his chest was heaving up and down violently. "How can

you believe his words just like that!? How can you accept that he changed the answers just because he

says so!?" I cannot allow the plan that I so painstakingly carried out to be ruined in the hands of a lousy

student like Elliot!

"What else can I do?" Mason looked innocent. "The culprit who changed the answers has been found,

and the answer sheet does indeed contain traces of being modified. Both the evidence and the culprit

are here in front of us. What else is there that you do not understand?"

Martin knew that Elliot did not have the brains to harm another person. However, Elliot was willing to

sacrifice his reputation to protect Elise. His actions proved that Elise must have great merits as a

person. Just based on the cherished friendship between the classmates alone, he had to help them

finish this farce of a show.

"Then, what about Elise Sinclair?" Martin asked doggedly.

"Those two multiple-choice questions will give Miss Sinclair an additional twelve marks, and her score

will exceed ninety. So, it's only natural that she remains in this class," Mason calmly said.

"You can't!" Martin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles made a crackling noise. "Nobody can

prove that Elliot is speaking the truth. So, you can't add in those twelve points!"

"Are you saying that Mr. Howard is lying? What good will that do him?" Mason's expression changed

and became nasty. "Martin Kamp, must you think so badly of the students?"

This was the first time he called Martin by name. It was also the first time he openly confronted him.

It's time these foreign teachers know that Cittadelian teachers are simply good-tempered and not

doormats to be walked all over as they please! He is not allowed to make inferences of guilt regarding

the students of Cittadel!

The rebuke left Martin at a loss for words. His mouth gaped open, and he thought for a long while

before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Since it's impossible to confirm whether Elliot's

words are true or false, we can only let Elise prove herself. I will only agree for her to remain in this

class if she can get full marks on the exam."

The last question on the monthly exam was something nobody could answer. The corresponding space

for this question on Elise's answer sheet had also been left blank. It was the only remaining barrier that

could stop her. He would not relent as long as she failed to score full marks in the exam.

Mason's expression twisted in annoyance, and fury lined his snowy-white eyebrows. Even Stefan could

only obtain one hundred and four points in this set of questions. Moreover, the students had yet to learn

the relevant content required to answer the last question on the exam. So, how could Elise obtain full

marks? Martin was clearly trying to make things difficult for her.

He opened his mouth to argue, but Martin interrupted first. "Mr. Young, I believe my request is perfectly

reasonable. Elise might be the victim in the case where her answer sheet was tampered with, but

people are social animals. Who can guarantee that no unexpected incidents will occur in life?

Sometimes, luck is also a kind of strength. If she cannot obtain full marks in the exam and prove that

she is capable of remaining in the Elite Class, then I will never allow a student like her to remain in this

class with those results in her monthly exam."

Now that both parties claimed to be in the right, the situation fell into a stalemate.

"In that case, let's not waste any more time." Elise stood up. She picked up a water-based pen and

twirled it around her fingers. "Mr. Young, you still have some test papers and blank answer sheets with

you, right?"

"I do." Mason nodded dazedly.

"Should I take the test at the podium so that it's easier for everybody to monitor me? Or, should I just

take the test at my seat?" she asked calmly.

"Up to you."

"Take the test on the podium!"

Mason and Martin spoke at the same time. They glared at each other for a moment. Then, Martin

added, "The quota for studying abroad is a fair competition for each student. If you wish to remain in

this class, then you will have to bear the burden of the whole class monitoring you."

Elise fell silent for a moment before responding without the slightest change in her expression. "Okay."

After she spoke, she picked up her pen and walked to the podium. Then, she took the test paper and

answer sheet from Mason's hand. As soon as she sat down, she began scribbling furiously without

even looking at the questions.

Mason couldn't help feeling anxious on her behalf, and he reminded her softly, "Miss Sinclair, don't

panic. Instead, pay attention and check your answers." You won't be able to remain in this class if you

accidentally write the wrong answer.

"Okay." She answered perfunctorily.

Her indifference left him feeling a little awkward. Nevertheless, he quietly walked away in small steps

lest he disrupted her concentration while she was answering the exam.

Twenty minutes later, Elise put her pen down and personally delivered her test paper and the answer

sheet into Martin's hands.

"Mr. Kamp, please be the first to check the answers. Otherwise, you might say that the situation is

inconclusive if it passes through another person's hands and another mistake occurs."

Martin gave her a side-eyed glare in irritation. Then, he lifted a hand to accept the papers and

immediately began to look through her answer sheet and check the answers.

However, the more he looked, the more solemn his expression became. He swallowed nervously when

he reached the final question and saw the filled-out answer box. Finally, he walked over to the podium

to take the standard answer sheet before he continued checking her answers.

However, the result of his checking made him unable to smile whatsoever—it was all correct. Even the

word problem that both he and Mason would have trouble solving was answered correctly.

Although she had only used elementary physics knowledge to answer the question, the process was a

little complicated. However, as a result, every step of the process was logically sound and organized,

and he could not find any fault in her work.

His hand that was holding the answer sheet went a little cold. There was a loud buzzing noise in his

head, and he suddenly felt dizzy. Even the equations written on the answer sheet began to swim wildly

in his vision.

Elise Sinclair turned out to be a well-rounded straight-A student!