Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 656

"Which answers?" The question tripped up Elliot. "Wait a moment."

He bent down while speaking, hooked his arm around Sheldon's neck, and turned them around. "Which answer was tampered with? Quickly tell me!"

"F*ck your grandfather, Elliot Howard!" Sheldon suppressed his voice and spat out those words through gritted teeth.

"I don't have a grandfather." Elliot was unfazed by the curses and tightened his arm around Sheldon's neck. "It's urgent! Don't you want Boss to remain in the Elite Class?"

At the mention of Elise, Sheldon endured the embarrassment and explained the situation to Elliot word by word. "Multiple-choice questions number three and number seven. The 'C' has been changed to 'D'!"

"Thank you, darling!" Elliot roughly patted Sheldon on the shoulder and gave him a flying kiss. After that, he swiftly turned around and shamelessly mechanically repeated those words. "I changed the multiple-choice questions number three and seven to 'D'."

"What!?" Mason hurriedly picked up the answer sheet when he heard those words. Then, after he put on his glasses, he squinted at the paper and gave it a good hard look. Sure enough, the 'D' from those questions was clearly flatter than the 'D' from another question. It looked very unnatural.

He was so furious that he slammed the answer sheet on the table. Then, he pointed a finger at Elliot and admonished the latter. "Why would you do something like that!?"

"I already did it anyway. So, you can go ahead and scold me. But, in any case, I'm used to it," Elliot said in a devil may care attitude. He even tilted his head to the side and tapped his foot, looking extremely at ease.

Mason sighed and put on a regretful expression. "If that's the case, then you can leave the Elite Class immediately. Don't ever claim to be my student."

Martin was dumbstruck by the scenario playing out in front of him. What is going on here? Are they singing a duet? It's obvious that Elliot and Sheldon are colluding with each other. It's so obvious! How can Mason not notice!?

"Thank you, Mr. Young!" Elliot swung his shoulder bag over his shoulder and swaggered toward the classroom door. "I get to finish class early again!"

"Stop right there!" Martin was so furious that his chest was heaving up and down violently. "How can you believe his words just like that!? How can you accept that he changed the answers just because he says so!?" I cannot allow the plan that I so painstakingly carried out to be ruined in the hands of a lousy student like Elliot!

"What else can I do?" Mason looked innocent. "The culprit who changed the answers has been found, and the answer sheet does indeed contain traces of being modified. Both the evidence and the culprit are here in front of us. What else is there that you do not understand?"

Martin knew that Elliot did not have the brains to harm another person. However, Elliot was willing to sacrifice his reputation to protect Elise. His actions proved that Elise must have great merits as a person. Just based on the cherished friendship between the classmates alone, he had to help them finish this farce of a show.

"Then, what about Elise Sinclair?" Martin asked doggedly.

"Those two multiple-choice questions will give Miss Sinclair an additional twelve marks, and her score will exceed ninety. So, it's only natural that she remains in this class," Mason calmly said.

"You can't!" Martin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles made a crackling noise. "Nobody can prove that Elliot is speaking the truth. So, you can't add in those twelve points!"

"Are you saying that Mr. Howard is lying? What good will that do him?" Mason's expression changed and became nasty. "Martin Kamp, must you think so badly of the students?"

This was the first time he called Martin by name. It was also the first time he openly confronted him.

It's time these foreign teachers know that Cittadelian teachers are simply good-tempered and not doormats to be walked all over as they please! He is not allowed to make inferences of guilt regarding the students of Cittadel!

The rebuke left Martin at a loss for words. His mouth gaped open, and he thought for a long while before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Since it's impossible to confirm whether Elliot's words are true or false, we can only let Elise prove herself. I will only agree for her to remain in this class if she can get full marks on the exam."

The last question on the monthly exam was something nobody could answer. The corresponding space for this question on Elise's answer sheet had also been left blank. It was the only remaining barrier that could stop her. He would not relent as long as she failed to score full marks in the exam.

Mason's expression twisted in annoyance, and fury lined his snowy-white eyebrows. Even Stefan could only obtain one hundred and four points in this set of questions. Moreover, the students had yet to learn the relevant content required to answer the last question on the exam. So, how could Elise obtain full marks? Martin was clearly trying to make things difficult for her.

He opened his mouth to argue, but Martin interrupted first. "Mr. Young, I believe my request is perfectly reasonable. Elise might be the victim in the case where her answer sheet was tampered with, but people are social animals. Who can guarantee that no unexpected incidents will occur in life? Sometimes, luck is also a kind of strength. If she cannot obtain full marks in the exam and prove that she is capable of remaining in the Elite Class, then I will never allow a student like her to remain in this class with those results in her monthly exam."

Now that both parties claimed to be in the right, the situation fell into a stalemate.

"In that case, let's not waste any more time." Elise stood up. She picked up a water-based pen and twirled it around her fingers. "Mr. Young, you still have some test papers and blank answer sheets with you, right?"

"I do." Mason nodded dazedly.

"Should I take the test at the podium so that it's easier for everybody to monitor me? Or, should I just take the test at my seat?" she asked calmly.

"Up to you."

"Take the test on the podium!"