His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 152: Bullying

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Bullying

Chapter 152 Bullying

The morning sunshine carried a slight coolness and humidity, refreshing and pleasing.

Just like before, Chloe Collins didn’t let the Fosters’ driver take her to school. She rode her black and red mountain bike alone to school.

As the bike sped by, the wind whirled around it.

Bathed in the beautiful sunshine, the girl’s figure swiftly tore down the wide and lengthy road.

By the time she arrived at school, the morning reading bell had already passed, and there was a fifteen-minute break before the first class.

Chloe leisurely sat down at her desk and looked down, her eyebrows furrowing.

Where was her comic book?

Just as she thought about it, there was a knock on her desk.

Robert Foster handed her a warm cappuccino and said, "Your comic books have been taken by the class teacher. Forget about them."

Chloe’s already unhappy mood became even more irritated.

Suddenly, with a snap, three comic books were thrown onto her desk. She glanced over and saw Layla Lowell, rubbing her forehead and grinning slyly at her.

"I got three of them back for you, no need to cry."

Chloe flipped through the three comic books, and as luck would have it, she had already finished them all.

Uninterested, she stuffed the books into her drawer and casually played with a Rubik’s cube on her desk.

As class time approached, the classroom gradually became quiet.

Robert hid his phone in his textbook, put on his wireless Bluetooth headset, and continued watching the live stream of a video game.

Jameson Spence also lowered his head and focused on official matters - doing his paper.

Ever since sitting next to Chloe Collins, the man’s ego had driven him to study hard every day, determined to surpass Chloe in the next exam and regain some dignity, especially in math and science.

He had always believed that men’s brains were better than women’s, and it was only because he didn’t want to study that his grades were so poor. Now that he was putting in the effort, nothing was impossible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Diego Willis was looking at himself in a mirror.

He had carefully analyzed Chloe’s preferences and determined that she preferred rough, rugged men. Thus, he had shaved his head and added a touch of masculinity. Thinking it was not enough, he changed seats with his deskmate and sat by the window, allowing the sunshine to bathe his skin and darken his complexion, hoping to please Chloe.

Elsewhere, Layla Lowell had become more serious, using a pencil to make calculations on a scratch paper, and contemplating their experiment from the previous night.

Aside from these few, the rest of the class was engaged in a unified action: taking out their math books and papers, preparing for class.

At this peaceful and quiet moment, a sudden exclamation rang out near the entrance of the classroom.

A terrified and surprised "Ah!"

Chloe, along with everyone else, subconsciously turned to look at the source of the noise.

In the first row of the first column, a girl was covering her forehead, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Her water bottle had been knocked over on her desk; as the lid was loose, water had spilled out, wetting her clothes and books.

Beside the doorway, a group of boys snickered as if something hilarious had happened.

Immediately following this, one of the boys hurled a paper ball at the girl, hitting her forehead. She covered it with her hand but, this time, didn’t make any noise.

The whole class fell silent.

Since it hadn’t been long since they’d been divided into classes, no one knew each other well and was unsure about the situation.

The group of boys outside finally stopped laughing and went into the adjacent classroom.

The girl at the first desk lowered her head, silently tidying up her desk. The students around her just watched and no one offered to help.

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