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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nThe two of them walked up to Claire and stopped.

nAwakened by the movement, Claire raised her head and spotted Gallon, so she grabbed his sleeves and said drowsily, “You’ve come? OK, take a seat then.”

nGallon didn’t speak, and raised his chin.

nAt this moment, Claire keenly perceived that a pair of cold eyes were staring at the back of her head.

nShe turned around and found that there was another man standing beside him. She raised her eyes only to see Hunter’s sullen face. He was staring at her gloomily, pursing his thin lips and trying to restrain his anger.

nClaire immediately sobered up.

nWhy was he here?

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nHunter and Gallon sat down on her either side, sandwiching her in the middle.

nThe three of them sported long faces, and no one spoke. The temperature suddenly dropped to zero, making people around feel like they were in an ice cellar.

nPeople sitting in front looked back at them from time to time.

n“She is the long-lost daughter of the Smiths…”

n“That’s her? I heard that she is unruly and underbred, hanging out with gangsters all day long. How can she be put in Class One? What if she leads other kids astray?”

n“Who are the two men next to her?”

n“The taller one looks familiar. He seems to be… Oh… Hunter Johnson!”

n“Gosh!”

nThe atmosphere in the classroom became tense in an instant, and everyone looked frightened and shrank back, wishing to move away as far as possible.

nThey all had heard about the deeds of this young master.

nThe class teacher Mr. Wilson walked into the classroom and told everyone to gather in the playground.

nGallon took the opportunity to drag Claire aside.

n“Tell me honestly, who is he?”

nClaire replied casually. “Hunter Johnson.”

n“He is Hunter Johnson?!” Gallon’s eyes widened.

nIt turned out that Claire was that hapless girl.

n“Why did you call him over?”

nClaire rubbed the place between her eyebrows, a little irritable. “I didn’t.”

n“So he came uninvited?”

n“Yeah.” Claire put her hands in her trouser pockets. “Anyway, you can just ignore him.”

nGallon thought back to what happened just now and was a little puzzled. “Is his brain really sick? I think he looks quite normal.”

nIn the woods, Hunter’s face was gloomy. He stared at the two figures in the distance, and a fierce gleam flashed across his deep dark eyes. He was like a beast staring at his prey, exuding a dangerous aura.

nMr. Hopkins purposely asked him. “Young Master, are you okay?”

nNo, he was not okay!

nHe was upset!

nVery upset!

nSuper upset!

nHunter slammed a fist on the trunk beside him and roared. “He called her ‘his girl’! And she even tugged at his sleeve! She has never done that to me!”

nMr. Hopkins was a little worried that Young Master would rush over to bite the poor man.

nThe sports games were about to begin, and Claire and Gallon walked to the playground.

nHunter glanced at the tree next to him and said angrily, “It’s such an eyesore! Dig it out!”

nThen, he walked quickly towards Claire.

nThe sports competition was conducted grade wise, and the first game was running.

nOn the playground, everyone was looking at Claire and talking about the two men beside her.

n“Both the men are so handsome! What’s their relationship with Claire?”

n“I’m tempted to ask for their numbers…”

n“I heard that one of them is Hunter Johnson.”

n“Ah? You mean that lunatic? What a pity! He is so handsome, but… why is he accompanying Claire here?”

n“Tell me, who is the other one?”

n“I don’t know…”

nOn the starting line, Hunter slowly unzipped his jacket and glanced at Claired arrogantly. “If you can’t catch up, walk slowly behind me. I’ll get first place for you.”

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