No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1586: Do Good Deeds
Both of them, unsurprisingly, were called to the principal’s office for a talk.
"Absurd! Truly absurd! I sent you out to gain experience, not to cause trouble!"
The principal was so furious that his beard nearly fell off, while Professor Lawrence stood by, doing nothing, but his eyes also revealed disapproval of their actions.
Wayne Lane slightly lowered his head, appearing to listen obediently, but his mind was somewhat wandering.
"We were trying to do good deeds, wouldn’t say we were causing trouble," Hannah quietly retorted.
The principal, angered, slammed the table and glared, like an extremely strict elder, "You dare to talk back."
Hannah obediently lowered her head, indicating that she would remain quiet.
Professor Lawrence glanced at her, a smile in his eyes, "You little girl are quite capable, I heard you blew up Bruce’s auction house?"
"You still talk about these things to them, are you trying to spoil them rotten?" the principal shot a sharp look his way. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Hannah spoke softly: "Actually, it wasn’t us who caused the explosion; it was their own people who pulled the wrong wire..."
Bruce’s people had some talent in business, but they really lacked experience in combat.
The scene at the time was chaotic, few were fighting, but many were screaming, various weapons flying all over with great destructive power, even their own people couldn’t make sense of it.
As for the small explosion afterwards, it was also caused by their people accidentally detonating it in the chaos.
Luckily, there were no people at the center of the explosion, so it didn’t cause any severe harm.
It was just an underground auction site used to imprison slaves that was blown open, and quite a few people escaped.
"Hannah, you are not allowed to speak!" the principal looked over again.
After all, she was the student he was most proud of, and though she was a bit rebellious, the principal couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh.
Professor Lawrence had already understood the principal’s thoughts and didn’t say much more, at most just watching the drama unfold.
The rebelliousness in Hannah was such that probably no one could tame her.
The final time when the principal asked about what happened, Wayne Lane, who had been silent, took the initiative to stand up.
"This time it was my fault for not supervising Hannah well, the mistake is mine."
He suddenly spoke, causing both the principal and Professor Lawrence to look over.
Both were somewhat surprised that Wayne Lane would take all the blame onto himself, it really wasn’t like his usual style.
Hannah turned her head, secretly taking a glance at Wayne Lane standing beside her.
Outside the window, the sunlight just happened to fall on his face; a faint halo of light couldn’t melt his cold, stern features, as if it was his inherent nature, aloof and indifferent.
Yet, it seemed like something was quietly changing.
Like in the midst of a harsh winter’s snow, sunlight falls, melting a small patch of thick snow, then revealing a hint of vibrant green.
Hannah only looked for a moment before turning her gaze back to her own toes.
At this moment, the elderly principal spoke, "Wayne Lane, you mean to say, all these acts were led by you?"
The principal had also been on the battlefield in his youth, only retiring due to an injury, and assumed the position of the principal of the mech arts academy with his honors.
Although he had retired from the battlefield now, the principal’s gaze still carried immense pressure.
Wayne Lane remained expressionless, raised his head, and met the principal’s gaze, "Yes, I led Hannah in these acts."
The principal didn’t say whether he believed it or not, but shifted his gaze back to Hannah, asking her, "Hannah, what about you? What do you have to say?"
