Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 88

Mr. Easton was on the stage, lecturing with fervent energy, his enthusiasm sending words flying across the room

Suddenly, he caught sight of Aaron sitting against the wall, sneakily engrossed in his own world.

Mr. Easton’s face darkened as he briskly stepped down from the podium.

Still engrossed and unaware, Aaron didn’t notice his teacher approaching until it was too late.

“Hand over your phone! The teacher’s booming voice thundered abow him, making Aaron look up abruptly. He met Mr. Easton’s furious gaze, his face turning pale.

“Sir,

“Give me the phone”

Aaron clutched his phone tightly, his face ashen. His phone was filled with messages about debts. How could he dare to hand it over to the teacher?

Mr. Easton was disappointed yet concemed. He exclaimed, “Aaron, do you think you have all the time in the world? Your scores on the recent quiz put you at the bottom. You didn’t even reach the average benchmark!”

“You know your family’s financial situation. If you’re aware of your hardships, you should be working harder academically than anyone

elser

was deeply

outstanding, they were consistently good enough for a respectable university

in the last two months, there had been a drastic decline. Mention of him by any teacher was met with

you’re not interested in the lesson,

in Mr. Easton’s eyes, coupled with the anticipatory gazes of his classmates, felt like sharp blades

barely dared to lift his head and

the bell rang for the end of the class, Jade

among the students of Class Z was palpable. Jade’s Spanish class was nothing short of torment

Flora, mentioning that the head

Carina was

this time

“Your scores in Spanish and Geography have dropped significantly, causing you to fall out of the top ten. Are you feeling too

tired. Carina looked down at her score report,

had scored only six hundred and eighty points. It was her all–time

are only a few months left. Push a little

lost”

“Thank you, sir.”

can

was about to leave, she

straight to Mr. Keaton’s desk, “Six you wanted to