Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 173

The exams ended, and as soon as the papers reached the office, the teachers eagerly sorted through them, pulling out Juniper’s.

“Well, well,” the foreign language teacher for Class One said, marking red check after red check, unable to hide his grin. “As expected, another perfect score.”

He paused when he reached the final essay, his movements slowing as his smile faded. “What is this word?”

*Shanleyschwartz*

Was it a name? A place?

It appeared out of nowhere, as if written in a moment of distraction. A mistake at such a critical point. One point off.

While the teacher was grading, a crowd of students waited outside to hear the results.

“It’s not a perfect score! It’s not perfect!” a student at the front whispered urgently to the others. “Really?” they replied, a strange sense of relief washing over them. “That’s a relief. For a second there, I thought Juniper was a genius in every subject.”

“But…” the messenger paused for a second before adding, “she only lost one point. The teacher said the point was deducted for a careless spelling error. Otherwise, it would have been another perfect score.”

What was the real difference between that and a perfect score? The students’ smiles vanished.

“If she had taken the science comprehensive exam, would her rank have surpassed Queenie’s, making her first in the entire school?” one student wondered aloud.

“Definitely,” another replied. “With scores like these, she could be number one not just in the school, but in the entire province, maybe even the country.”

“If Aurora High School produces a national top scholar, do you think the school will be saved from losing its accreditation next year?”

The question hung in the air, met with stunned silence.

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Outside the school gates, Juniper walked with her backpack slung over her shoulder and a hat pulled low, her eyes downcast.

Juniper blinked but didn’t respond.

“Ahem,” Flint cleared his throat. “Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Juniper finally turned her gaze from the window to look at him blankly.

“Because he was outstanding in his field! Hahaha!” Flint roared with laughter.

“Ms. Payne, I’ve got another one for you. Why did the flower get sent to the principal’s office?”

Juniper frowned, picked up the lemonade, and took a long drink.

“Because it was caught talking in the garden! Hahaha, isn’t that funny, Ms. Payne?” Flint chuckled, glancing in the rearview mirror.

Instead of laughing, Ms. Payne was giving him a look one might reserve for a complete idiot. The next second, the plastic bottle in her hand crumpled under her grip.