Chapter 88 When Did I Say I Depended on You?

Hearing what he said, Monica turned to look at him slowly. There was no emotion in her eyes, as if she just wanted to see who he was.
Matt next to him stood up: "Who are you calling cold-blooded? I saw a few of you nearby when Monica and I were chased and beaten by Marc last time. Didn't you come to help? If it wasn't for Monica. Monica was amazing, maybe it would be me who was still in the hospital now! You said that Monica was cold-blooded and violent, what did she do to hurt you?"
Benedict looked at Matt speechlessly. It was true that they were wrong about that last time. Although Monica first said that they didn't need to protect her, he really couldn't justify seeing his classmates being beaten.
Seeing that everyone in the class was looking at them, the monitor frowned and stood up to organize discipline.
"Matt, don't say more words, Benedict, sit down too."
After Benedict sat down, Matt was not convinced, it was obviously Benedict who provoked him first.
"Monitor, he was the one who picked things up and scolded Monica first, shouldn't you criticize him?"
The monitor Nadia looked at Matt impatiently, and glanced at Monica's delicate face, and a burst of anger appeared in his heart.
Every day her good looks caused trouble everywhere, what was wrong with Benedict's scolding!
"Matt, I know you and Monica are friends, and you speak for her, but Monica did have a bad influence on our class. I think Benedict said about her was reasonable, so don't speak for her anymore."
Hearing this, Monica raised her eyes lazily and looked at Nadia.
Nadia felt a little guilty when she saw it, but she continued to speak righteously: "I think Monica should apologize to Max properly, after all, it was her irresponsible words that caused Max's trouble. "
Most of the people in the class agreed with Nadia's opinion. They all looked at Monica, as if urging Monica to apologize.
Seeing this scene, Monica closed the book with a snap, she turned around and let Matt who still wanted to say something, sit down first, then stood up, without even looking at Nadia, she turned to Max in the back row.
The beautiful girl's brows and eyes were cold, but there was an indescribable beauty.
Max watched Monica walked step by step, and finally stood condescendingly in front of him, with both hands on the table, leaning slightly towards him, her aura was so strong that it was suffocating.
Monica looked at Max, and there was a rare trace of hostility between her brows.
"Max, when did I say that it is up to you to win that bet?"
She didn't seem to expect that she would dare to talk to Max like this, and the whole class looked at her with surprise.
Max stared blankly at Monica's face that was so close, as if he could smell the clear fragrance on her body, but she was so ruthless when she questioned him.
Wasn't he trying to help her win that bet? She even turned to ask him?
Nadia saw that Monica was actually going to ask Max, and she didn't like Monica even more in her heart, she frowned and said, "Monica, don't go too far, who doesn't know your level? How can you win the first place in the Mathematical Olympiad competition? You must know that it is very important for the state to win this Mathematical Olympiad competition. Even the governor will present awards. Max is willing to stand up to help you. You are really hopeless!"
Monica didn't even look at her, just stared at Max, and said coldly, "Max, I hope you remember that people should not only focus on moving themselves, but also see if others need your help."
What she meant was obvious, that she didn't need his help at all.
After speaking, regardless of whether Max understood her meaning or not, Monica withdrew her hand from the table and walked slowly back to her position.
The whole class fell silent.
Max also looked at Monica's back. Even if she leaned on her back lazily, she was still straight, not like Annette and Ashley's deliberate pride. Monica's pride was hidden deep in her bones, and she wouldn't expose her edge, but the coldness and arrogance could be sensed from her behavior, eyes, and movements.
Maybe this time, he did it wrong.
But thinking of Monica's zero-point test paper, Max's eyes gradually became firmer.
Mr. Beato said that Monica was very talented, and he would not let her mis her participation in the Mathematical Olympiad from now on.
He must help her win this bet!
Thinking of this, Max finally took a deep look at Monica, and he said to Benedict in a cold voice, "Come out with me."
Benedict looked at Max for some unknown reason. He didn't know what he did to offend him.
After Max and Benedict left, the class fell into a dead silence.
Unexpectedly, Max didn't choose what to do with Monica, but instead called Benedict, who had been provocative to settle it.
Everyone looked at Monica with a strong sense of jealousy in their eyes, and there were many girls with clear jealousy written in their eyes.
Nadia looked at Monica coldly, as if to poke a hole in her with her eyes.
Monica didn't even look at her. In her eyes, the crux of all the problems lied in Max. After Max was solved, no one else could make a fuss.
The class bell rang, and everyone withdrew their eyes from Monica, either explicitly or implicitly, pretending that nothing had happened.
Ms. Hanna walked in and saw that Max and Benedict's seats were empty, and frowned, but didn't say a thing.
After class, Ms. Hanna called Monica out alone, handed her the two exercises in the lesson plan, looked at Monica and said, "I went back and thought about it, and think that you are not a child who would talk nonsense, this is this. Take the original questions of the previous Mathematical Olympiads by Mr. Adante Will, the master of the second Mathematical Olympiad, take it back and have a look."
Monica looked at her with a little surprised, and seeing Ms. Hanna's sincere expression, it seemed that she really thought so.
Monica did not refuse, and reached out to take the two exercises: "Thank you, Ms. Hanna."
Ms. Hanna smiled at her: "Go back."
Monica walked back, but Ms. Hanna didn't. She looked at Monica's slender and tall back and said softly, "Monica, do your best."
She was thinking about this for the past few days. Monica was trying to cheer herself up, so she shouldn't doubt her.
Teachers should encourage students well.
Back in the office, Ms. Hanna just sat down, Mr. Lavato came over with the thermos cup, and said while adding the hot water: "Eh, Ms. Hanna, I heard that Monica couldn't even help herself but offered to tutor Austin? I kindly remind you that Austin is already in the third year of high school, and his schoolwork is not something that a weak student like Monica can make up for. You have to take a good look at it. Mind ''Olympian genius" in your class, don't forget that we still have a bet!"