Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 658

Alexander raised an eyebrow and couldn't help wondering whether he had also been this noisy when

he was still in college. Even a dog will be disgusted by this noise.

"What's wrong?" Elise asked when she noticed his absent-minded state.

"It's nothing," he replied faintly. "The car is parked at the school gates. Why don't you head there first? I

need to speak to the principal about something."

"What is it?" she asked.

"The principal wants me to help obtain some sponsorship for the school." He randomly found an

excuse.

"Oh. Alright then. Make it quick. We are supposed to go back and give Grandma a checkup." She

reminded him. After she said her goodbyes to Mica and the others, she went ahead to the gates to

wait.

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…

Mason excitedly rushed into the principal's office, took out Elise's answer sheet from his briefcase, and

placed the answer sheet on the table. "Mr. Haas! Look! We finally have a talented student in the

school!"

When Leon heard those words, he immediately removed his earphones and picked up the answer

sheet with a solemn expression. However, despite glancing through the entire answer sheet from top to

bottom, he could not understand anything else except that the person who answered these questions

had beautiful handwriting. Therefore, he couldn't help frowning.

"Oh! It's like this." Mason noticed the principal's confusion and hurriedly leaned across the table. Then,

he stretched out his arm, pointed at the final question, and explained. "This additional question is

something even Stefan Reilly, the top student of the physics department, could only get a few points for

using the right processes. But on the other hand, Elise Sinclair scored full marks. Moreover, she made

no mistakes when answering the entire set of questions."

"What did you say? This is Elise Sinclair's test paper?" Leon couldn't help glancing at the answer sheet

again. He repeatedly nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, that's right. It looks like her handwriting."

"Mr. Haas, that's not the point. The point is that Elise has an extraordinary talent in physics. She

achieved such results in less than a month! She is a genius among geniuses!" Mason rubbed his palms

together. Just thinking about teaching a genius made him extremely excited.

At this moment, somebody knocked on the open door behind them. Knock. Knock.

The two turned to look in that direction and saw Alexander standing expressionlessly at the door. His

expression was gloomy and stern. Furthermore, it felt as though his entire body was cloaked in a

shadow of gloom.

"Mr. Griffith, please don't stand on courtesy. Come in." Leon called out.

Alexander walked in and got straight to the point. He questioned, "I heard that there was an incident

where a student's answer sheet was tampered with in the Elite Class's recent monthly exam. I want to

ask you about how the matter has been handled, Mr. Haas."

"Huh? Did something like that happen?" Leon was utterly clueless about the matter, so he could only

turn to look weakly at Mason for help.

The smile on Mason's face froze. For a moment, he couldn't help feeling awkward. This incident only

just happened. How did he know about this matter so quickly? He sure is well-informed.

"It's true that such a thing did occur." He nodded solemnly, and then he continued with some guilt, "It's

my fault for not taking care of answer sheets properly. I hold some responsibility for this matter."

"Mr. Young, the only responsibility you hold is that you are way too soft-hearted. If I had not come

today, wouldn't this matter have ended just like that?" Alexander's expression was gloomy, and his tone

was harsh.

Elise was good-natured. She couldn't care less about the people playing petty tricks behind her back,

but he could not do the same. Anybody who touches Ellie will have to pay the price.

Those words struck the nail, and Mason lowered his head in shame. He did not have a confrontational

nature. When he saw that it had harmed nobody's interests in the incident, he had indeed decided to

take a step back and leave well enough alone, and he never expected Alexander to drop by.

"Mr. Griffith, how do you plan to deal with this matter?" Leon asked good-naturedly.

"Find the culprit who tampered with the answer sheets and severely punish him." Alexander's

intentions were concise and to the point.

"Of course." Leon nodded and asked Mason, "Mr. Young, do you have any suspects?"

Mason sighed and said, "Actually, Elliot Howard has already confessed to the crime. He claims that he

modified the answer sheet by himself. It's just that he was just disqualified from staying in the Elite

Class. I'm afraid he might not be able to bear the pressure if we add another punishment on top of

that."

"Elliot Howard?" Leon couldn't help feeling apprehensive when he heard that name. His father provided

a lot of funding for Tissote University. This person is not somebody I can touch easily.

"Not him." Alexander had no patience to wait for the elderly to investigate the case themselves.

Therefore, he got straight to the point. "Martin Kamp."

"Mr. Kamp!?" Leon furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. He opened his mouth to ask Mason for an

explanation. Upon further thought, he realized that Martin had always been hostile toward Elise. It was

indeed possible for Martin to do something like that, so he could only swallow all the words that were

on the tip of his tongue back into his stomach.

Martin, oh, Martin… Why won't you help support your students instead? How can you do something

like frame your own student!?

"That was also my guess." Mason had always been a just and impartial man. What's more, Martin was

targeting talented students like Elise. A person who was jealous of talent was not fit to be a teacher,

much less a lecturer at Tissote University.

Leon sighed tiredly. "Why would Mr. Kamp do something like that!?"

Alexander remained silent. Evil people do not need a reason to perform evil deeds.

After Mason thought about the question, a reason suddenly came to him. "Could it be that Mayweather

Polytechnic University sent Mr. Kamp to cause trouble for us?"

Over the past few years, Tissote University has suffered various losses at the hands of Mayweather

Polytechnic University. First, it started with the number of students for the college entrance

examinations. Then, it was the teaching staff. If they were still dissatisfied with those results, it was not

impossible for them to deliberately send Martin over to attack the best students at Tissote University.

The more Leon considered the possibility, the more he felt that it made sense. There was no better

explanation aside from this reasoning.

When that thought crossed his mind, his expression became very stern. He looked at Alexander

seriously. "Mr. Griffith, please rest assured. I will definitely give you and Miss Sinclair a proper

explanation for this issue. It's just that this matter concerns the vicious competition between the two

schools, so I hope that you can bear with this issue for a while. Then, once we investigate the matter

and find conclusive evidence, we will deal with this matter."

"Do you need help?" Alexander asked coldly.

"Huh? No. Not for this," Leon replied politely but proudly. "I have the ability to deal with something as

minor as this. There's no need to bother you with this matter, Mr. Griffith."

"Do it as soon as possible." Alexander turned around and left without even looking back after saying

those words. He was absolutely arrogant and decisive, leaving Mason and Leon behind to stare at

each other.

A short while later, Leon came back to his senses and quietly said to Mason, "Mr. Young, please carry

out this matter secretly. Please don't spread the news around…"

Elise was feeling very bored inside the car, so she casually checked the address of Apocalypse Strike's

meeting place that she received. The results indicated that it was in the vicinity of the National Institute

of Physics.

Wendy's seemingly kind but difficult-to-read face flashed through her mind for a moment.

Julius' WhatsApp message popped up. The vibration of her phone dragged her back to the present.

'Boss, somebody wants to buy your calligraphy. Will you sell?'

She tapped her keyboard. 'Who is it?'

Julius replied instantly. 'The other party has concealed their ID address, so we can't figure out anything

for the time being. But, he is very generous. He offered one million for each word.'

Oh? How generous. 'Sell it.'