Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 625

Martin stood at the front door and stared at Elise the entire time until she was at the entrance of the

stairs. Then, he looked away from her figure and walked into the classroom.

Sheldon concentrated on doing the questions, and Elliot was casually playing games on his

headphones in the classroom. Mason, next to him, was incredibly excited, and he was writing on the

arithmetic exercise at a tremendous speed.

According to Elise's hints, he re-calculated the calculus using the physics formula and indeed came up

with a new answer.

"Mr. Young." Martin walked up to him with an expression that conveyed his displeasure at Elise's

treatment of Mason. "Now, you know exactly what I meant about Elise. Her focus is never on her

studies, so you don’t have to waste your energy on her."

Mason tilted his head to look at him and raised his left eyebrow at the unexpected comment. "What do

you mean? I, however, am of the opinion that she still cares about her studies."

"Are you sure about that? Didn't you see that she was deliberately causing trouble for you so that she

could take the opportunity to slip away?" Martin exposed her, feeling dissatisfied. "She relied on the

support of the school's sponsors, and she does not consider us teachers seriously at all. She is

arrogant and doesn't give us the necessary respect!”

These words were too targeted. So, even though Sheldon didn't want to pay attention to them, he

couldn't help turning his face toward the commotion and glancing at Martin impatiently.

There were all sorts of people around the world. However, were such people who spoke ill of their

students behind their backs worthy of being teachers?

After returning home, he had to discuss finding a way to drive Martin out of Tissote University with his

brother.

"Well, I appreciate Elise's spirit. There are not many students with such vigor now." Mason smiled.

"Besides, I did make a mistake in this question. She is very good, very good indeed—"

"This is just a coincidence,'' Martin said stubbornly. "She's the kind of student that loves butting heads

with her teachers, and she's constantly disrupting my class."

"Mr. Kamp, I think you are exaggerating the truth. After observing the class for the past few days, I

don't think Elise is as terrible as you make her out to be." Mason's expression changed, and he didn't

look happy. It was rare for him to take on the attitude of a leader. "Do be warned that your attitude is

veering close to human rights violation where 'No person shall be denied the right to education'.

Irrespective of a student's background, teachers should be patient and accessible when teaching. We

may not be able to teach excellent students, but we can definitely decide what kind of teacher we

become. So, Mr. Kamp, I hope you heed my advice."

With that, he said to Sheldon and Elliot, "You guys can go home. I'll give it a good thought and see how

I can make up this lesson for you."

"Yes! Thank you, Mr. Young!"

Elliot reacted immediately. The next second, he dragged Sheldon out and left.

Sheldon deliberately bumped into Martin when they passed by.

"Sorry, sir. Goodbye, sir!"

He apologized dismissively, and before Martin could hold him accountable, they slid away like eels.

Martin said in aggravation, "Mr. Young! You saw that as well! These students don't even know what it

means to respect teachers!"

"Ah? What? I'm old, so my eyesight is not good, and I can't see clearly." Mason pretended to be

confused. Then, he picked up the documents, turned around, and left. "My wife is waiting for me to

return home for dinner, so I'm sorry to cut our talk short. See you!"

He started walking off leisurely as soon as those words left his lips.

Martin's face turned red with anger, and he couldn't help but clench his hand into a fist by his side.

He really didn't know what the board of the school committee was thinking when they arranged for an

old man to be in charge of the Elite Class.

He couldn't even figure out what was going on in front of him. How could it be expected of him to lead

the whole class into a brighter future?

If this continued, Mason would destroy the Elite Class!

No, he had to find an opportunity to oust Mason from the position of the homeroom teacher and regain

the leadership of the Elite Class.

Martin pushed his glasses' frame when he thought of this, and a hint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

…

Alexander talked to Johnny at the school's entrance, "Let's do it as we practiced. Remember, don't slip

up."

"I'm under a lot of pressure, boss." Johnny wanted to cry. If he could act well, he would already be a

boss on his own and wouldn't have to work for others then!

"Take it easy. It's just a meal. You can leave earlier if you really can't continue," Alexander said, already

planning for the worst-case scenario.

"Fine, then I'll be going now."

When Elise came, Alexander had just hung up the phone. Then, they got in the car and set off directly

to the appointed destination.

Since Kenneth was not interested in meeting him before, Elise found another excuse to make an

appointment so that they didn't have to worry about Kenneth being absent.

Soon, the two approached the VIP room of the Hall of Fame Restaurant.

The waiter opened the door, and Elise and Alexander saw the so-called 'Kenneth' sitting in the room.

When she saw the two men appear in the same setting, the cloud of doubt that had been bothering her

finally dissipated.

There was a time that she smelled Kenneth's cologne in Alexander's car, and she suspected that

maybe they were the same person.

Now, it seemed that she was just overthinking things.

'Kenneth' took the initiative to get up and greet them. He reached out and held Alexander's hand. "Mr.

Griffith, it's an honor to meet you."

"No, no. I don't deserve such a pedestal," Alexander said lightly. "Elise often mentions you to me."

"Well, that proves that I still have some weight in Miss Sinclair's heart."

'Kenneth' did not hide his appreciation for her at all.

"Indeed." Alexander naturally put his hand on her as if he wanted to make it known that she was his.

"There really aren't many men like yourself, Mr. Bailey. You have been rejected by my wife so many

times, but you still work tirelessly without expecting anything in return.”

Immediately, 'Kenneth' laughed instead of being provocative when he heard this. "Well, I can't help it.

Her charisma is truly something. "

Elise coughed dryly, and her face flushed in embarrassment at what these two people were saying.

"Are the two of you holding a staff commendation meeting? Even if you are, can I be excused?"

Alexander and 'Kenneth' finally let go of each other's hands and took their seats as they heard that.

After the dishes were served, she sneakily kicked Alexander's foot, signaling him to take the initiative.

Alexander lowered his eyes and nodded slightly in reassurance.

Then, he immediately raised his glass and looked at 'Kenneth'. "Mr. Bailey, I respect you and thank you

for appreciating my wife. If you need anything in the future, you can contact me directly. I promise to

offer aid as long as it is in my power to do so."

His purpose was obvious—he didn't want Kenneth to contact Elise again.

'Kenneth' had raised his cup halfway, but he put it back down again after listening to Alexander's words.

"If that's the case, I’m afraid I can't drink this."

She originally planned to give Alexander full authority to deal with this while solely concentrating on

eating, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but freeze and listen carefully to the conversation.

What did Kenneth mean? Did he not want to make peace?

She raised her head as if she had an inkling of what he meant, but 'Kenneth' had just happened to look

over, and their gazes unexpectedly collided.

'Kenneth' looked at her affectionately and just gazed at her in silence.

She was also able to observe him seriously, and within ten seconds of detailed scrutiny, she suddenly

realized that Kenneth was a little different today.

There was a saying in which the eyes were the windows of the soul.

Now, the 'Kenneth', sitting across from her, did not have any passionate love in his eyes.

Although he was good at pretending as if he liked her and was interested in her, it was too superficial.