My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 130
After she said those words, Nicole stood up and shot Vivian one last glare. Her eyes were frosty, sending Vivian shivers.
Instead of touching Vivian’s desk again, she took a wet towel from Lulu and slowly wiped her hands clean before returning to her seat.
The workbook had been picked up and placed on the desk. It could be seen that the stain had been wiped away with a tissue. Although it looked a bit different from its original state, it was obviously much better than just now.
When Nicole looked at Bradley in front of her, the expression on her face softened. “Thank
you.”
Bradley rubbed his head. “It’s nothing.”
Nicole looked at him, but her eyes were obviously softened a little. She looked at the vague handwriting on the exercise, frowned slightly, and then picked up the pen and added a few strokes on it.
Many people around her sneered in a low voice, “Nicole is really ignorant. I just took a look. It’s a workbook of all the original questions designed by Declan Hancock, which is not available in the market. Not sure how she got it. But she does not cherish it. It’s really a waste on her.”
“True. I just saw her scribbling on those parts there were stained with a pen. Does she really think that she can restore Mr. Hancock’s math problems? What a joke!”
Nicole ignored those voices. She looked at the math problems in front of her. The dirtied area was a bit large, and the water stain had almost penetrated the entire workbook. It would take a lot of time to fix everything, but she was out of time.

Thinking of this, Nicole stepped out of the classroom.
Seeing that class was about to start, Vivian was getting up and trying to clear the stains from her uniform. When she looked Nicole’s back, there was strong hatred in her eyes. “Nicole, where are you going? Class is about to start. Are you going to play truant?”
Nicole walked out without looking back.
Vivian was embarrassed. After giving a second thought, she asked for a leave of absence to go home and change her uniform.
Nicole came to the door of Ms. Emerson’s office and knocked politely, but there was response from inside.
‘It’s almost time for class. Where did Ms. Emerson go?’
Nicole walked slowly. When she reached a corner of the tea room, she heard a familiar middle aged woman’s voice. “Ms. Emerson, your Class B has never excelled better than Class A. And now you have that disobedient Nicole as your student. You, as the homeroom teacher, should pay some attention”
After the woman finished speaking, Nicole heard Ms. Emerson’s reply in low voice.” Ms. Thompson, I’ll pay attention.”
There was another male voice that spoke with sarcastic tone. “It’s not enough to just pay attention. You have to show results. Otherwise, how a school can run smoothy with staff who just know how to talk?”
Seeing that Mr. Kennedy echoed her, Ms. Thompson nodded with satisfaction. “That’s right. Ms. Emerson, when we talked about students, we looked at their grades. There are many students who performed poorly in your class. Let’s see how the average score of this monthly exam is. The selection of excellent teachers is based on the results of this monthly exam. Among the two classes taught by you and Mr. Kennedy, the one with higher average marks in the class will be win the excellent teacher award.” 1
Mr. Kennedy was overjoyed when he heard this. Although his own teaching level was not very good, his students in the class did well in their study, especially Norah, who was well-behaved and sensible in his eyes. Norah had always got top place in her results. She was his assurance.
Ms. Emerson’s class is different. Almost all poorly – performed students were in her class. If the selection was based on individual grades, there might be a chance. But Ms. Thompson said it was based on the average score. Hence, it was almost impossible for Ms. Emerson to win the excellent teacher award.
“Ms. Emerson, you did not say any word. Does that mean you agree that Ms. Thompson’s proposal is a good one? Then let’s make it that way.”
Ms. Emerson knew the duo were trying to put her in difficult position. But she could only grit her teeth and endured it since she was alone. ‘I can only blame my own luck. Why didn’t I have a school director as my relative?
Finally, Ms. Emerson said softly, “Ms. Thompson, Nicole is a good girl, could you not trouble her?”
Ms. Thompson looked at Ms. Emerson in surprise. She did not expect Ms. Emerson, who could not even defend herself, to say something like this. ‘She even thinks Nicole is actually a good student. Has she not seen an actual good student for too long’
When Ms. Thompson thought of this, Ms. Thompson looked at Ms. Emerson sarcastically, neither agreeing nor rejecting to her request.
“What potential Nicole’ has? She’s a troublemaker at such young age. She has been attracting boys in the school and, but she relies on Mr. Elli.”