Chapter 355 Stand on the Moral High Ground
Winston leaned against the doorframe, his face expressionless, and gazed at Jean at the front of the auditorium.
He already knew about her plan to prove her innocence, of course.
The young man furrowed his brows instinctively.
I had warned her not to check Reddit and not to care about the gossip, yet she still…
Then again, this was just like her.
Ever since her dramatic personality change, Jean had always fought back hard against unfairness and anything that worked against her.
Honestly, that isn’t a bad thing at all.
There is nothing wrong with standing up for herself.
She could have easily hidden under the Ginger family’s protection and ignored all of this, yet she always insists on stepping up to handle everything personally.
So independent. So headstrong.
Suddenly, the sound of metal clinking echoed beside him.
Winston turned his head instinctively.
Dalton was slowly rolling his wheelchair forward.
“What are you doing here?” Winston shot Dalton a cold glance, his tone sharp and unwelcoming.
Dalton curved his lips into a faint smile, his expression calm and unbothered. “You can watch the show, but I can’t?”
Winston pressed his lips together but didn’t say another word.
He turned his gaze away, ignoring Dalton completely, and refocused on Jean.
At that moment, Jean tapped the microphone in front of her and did a quick sound check.
“Can you all quiet down for a second?” she said, raising an eyebrow as she addressed the crowd directly. Her voice was firm and unapologetic.
Her tone was cool and detached, and there was a glint of sharpness in her eyes.
The auditorium fell silent almost instantly.
Most people were just shocked.
Who does she think she was, talking to us like that?
What gives her the right?
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Chapter 355 Stand on the Moral High Ground
Jean parted her lips again, her expression steady and confident.
“I’ve already worked out the answer.”
“Hey! There’s no way you solved it that fast,” someone snapped back immediately.
“Didn’t you just shake your head? Doesn’t that mean you couldn’t do it?”
“You didn’t even use scratch paper!”
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Jean ignored all the noise and clearly stated the final answer. Then, she explained the steps in her solution.
She explained it so clearly and articulately that she didn’t sound like a student at all, but rather like a math teacher.
Once again, the auditorium fell silent.
But then, a few quiet murmurs started again.
“Did anyone else solve it? Is that the right answer?”
“I did. It’s correct–she got it.”
“Actually, her method is better than mine. Mine was a total hassle.”
“She had a really clever approach. I never would’ve thought of that.”
Even so, the doubts didn’t disappear.
“What if that guy was planted by Jean? Maybe she arranged for him to ask that exact question so she could come prepared…”
“That would actually make a lot of sense.”
“Why can’t Jean just be straightforward for once? Why resort to tricks like this?”
Of course, Jean had heard the whispers.
Her expression turned colder.
Seriously, what’s wrong with these people?
They stand on their moral high ground and nitpick every move I make. If I fail to answer, they claim it is the “proof” that I had cheated. If I answer correctly, then it must be a setup.
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The boy who had asked the question looked alarmed when he realized that people were accusing him of being a plant. He instinctively raised his voice. “No, I’m not working with her! I haven’t even spo Jean Ginger before today!”
“Why are you so flustered? It makes you look even more suspicious,” someone snickered sarcastically.
