Chapter 160 Her Opponent Has Never Been Isabella
Jeremy choked for a moment.
Too lazy to deal with Hannah, he turned to face Isabella, his voice cold. "Isabella, the calligraphy class and calligraphy competition are international class matters. Give up this registration spot and return it to the international class students."
Hearing his words, Isabella let out a cold laugh. "Return? It was mine to begin with. If you asked me to give it away as a favor, I might consider it. But you're saying 'return,' so forget it."
Jeremy's expression changed instantly, glaring at Isabella in anger. "I'm telling you to give up the registration. Are you going to listen or not?"
Isabella sneered. "Why should I listen to you?"
Jeremy's face flushed red in an instant. "You..."
Before Jeremy could say anything nasty, a voice suddenly interrupted from nearby:
"Mr. Wright, what are you doing?"
Jeremy turned to look.
It was Kellan.
Jeremy walked over. "Mr. Hawthorne, perfect timing. There's a huge commotion here over the calligraphy competition participant list. Logically speaking, the calligraphy competition is an international class matter, and the spots should go to international class students. Yet Isabella's name appears on the list. I suggest you remove Isabella's name immediately."
Sofia looked at Jeremy, her eyes also showing hope.
Kellan stood with his hands in his pockets, glanced around, and nodded. "Mr. Wright, I'm aware of the situation. But you're asking me to remove Isabella's name—that's impossible."
Jeremy froze.
Everyone present also froze.
Kellan continued: "Regarding the calligraphy competition, there's no rule saying regular class students can't participate. It's just that regular classes don't offer calligraphy courses, so people assume by default it's only an international class matter. But actually, it's not just an international class matter—it's a matter for all of Stellar High School."
"If there are students in regular classes with excellent calligraphy skills, they can absolutely compete."
"So there's absolutely no problem with Isabella's name appearing on the list."
After Kellan's explanation, the whole place fell silent for a moment.
"But..." Sofia couldn't help speaking up. "Is Isabella's calligraphy really better than mine? She's never even studied..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted. "Isabella's calligraphy is indeed better than yours."
Sofia was stunned.
Kellan said Isabella's calligraphy was better than hers?
How was that possible?
The international class students looked at Kellan, unable to process it. Did Kellan really think Isabella had the ability to participate in the calligraphy competition? Was she really better than Sofia?
"Mr. Hawthorne." Jeremy frowned. "Aren't you mistaken..."
"Mr. Wright, I'm a professional when it comes to calligraphy." Kellan's face finally showed some impatience, his tone also dissatisfied. "If you think I'm incompetent and that my decision is wrong, then I'll resign right now. Your school can hire someone more professional to teach!"
"..." Jeremy's mouth twitched.
Kellan was a specially hired calligraphy teacher at the school. The principal had made great efforts to bring in someone like him.
If Kellan left Stellar High School because of him...
Jeremy held back and said nothing more, though his expression was still unpleasant.
"Then there's no problem." Kellan said coldly, addressing the international class group. "Now get back to your own class!"
The international class group immediately dispersed.
After returning, Sidney was furious. "Bianca, what's your deal? Didn't you say Isabella never studied calligraphy? How come Mr. Hawthorne even praised her excellence?"
Bianca's expression looked unpleasant.
She didn't understand either.
When did Isabella learn calligraphy? And gain Kellan's favor.
Just now, Kellan had even threatened to resign for Isabella's sake.
Yet half an hour ago, she had told everyone that Isabella didn't know calligraphy and had never studied it.
Now Bianca's words had been contradicted.
She glanced at Sofia, who was wiping away tears in distress. "Sofia, I'm sorry..."
Sofia felt she had suffered unprecedented humiliation.
Isabella was specifically chosen by Kellan, yet she had acted like a joke asking someone to return the spot to her. She had just heard regular class students gossiping about her privately, saying she was shameless, throwing tantrums like a fool, childish like a kid demanding candy.
She looked at Bianca through tears and said loudly: "If Isabella's calligraphy is so good, why didn't you say so earlier? You made me lose face! Bianca, did you do this on purpose?"
Bianca felt embarrassed. "I didn't do it on purpose..."
"Then if you don't know about Isabella, don't talk nonsense! Saying she doesn't know calligraphy—if you had told me... that Isabella's calligraphy is actually very good, I wouldn't have had my boyfriend make a scene, and I wouldn't have been so embarrassed!"
Sofia covered her face and started crying again.
Bianca didn't know what to say, her face flushed red.
She returned to her seat, took a deep breath, and took out paper and pen to practice writing.
The calligraphy competition...
Bianca gripped her pen tightly.
Even if Isabella got the qualification to compete, it didn't mean anything. This was unexpected, but it wasn't enough to threaten her.
After all, she was Alaric's final and most important disciple. Even Kellan said he wasn't qualified to critique her calligraphy.
Isabella probably really knew calligraphy, but she couldn't possibly beat her.
Her opponents were never Isabella, but the other masters in the competition. She would stand on the calligraphy competition's award podium as that shining piece of gold!
——
Gabriel was in a bad mood and had skipped several days of class to play games at an internet cafe.
Hearing about the international class making trouble with Isabella over the calligraphy competition spot, he got a bit worried and finally returned to school.
He came back during mealtime.
He searched the cafeteria and finally spotted Isabella sitting in a corner.
Gabriel walked over. "Isabella, I heard the international class people came looking for you today. They... didn't do anything to you, did they?"
Isabella looked up to see Gabriel. Meeting his concerned gaze, she frowned.
Was Gabriel pretending to care about her?
Was that necessary?
Not knowing what Gabriel was up to now, Isabella only said coolly: "I'm fine."
Gabriel hesitated for a moment, then sat down across from Isabella.
Violet glanced at him and said sarcastically, "What are you sitting here for? This is the first floor. Aren't you afraid sitting at the same table with us regular class students will lower your international class status?"
The international class usually dined on the third floor, where the food quality was much better than the first floor's, and especially expensive. Regular class student cards couldn't even be used at the third-floor windows.