The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Evans was a little surprised.

When did this kid become interested in Go?

Ada tried to stop her. “Phoebe, you have to go to class every day and also study art. How do you have the time for a Go club? Don’t let it affect your studies.”

“No, it won’t affect my studies.” Phoebe grabbed Ada’s arm and said imploringly, “I have time on weekends, and I learn things very quickly. It won’t delay anything, and I’ll manage my time well. Mom, you can rest assured.”

That was true. Phoebe had a strong learning ability.

Ada could only surrender. “Fine, it’s up to you.”

Phoebe smiled happily.

Claire wants to grab Grandpa from her with Go?

Humph, no way!

She wouldn’t let her get what she wanted!

“Okay.” Evans glanced at Claire, and then said to Phoebe, “Grandpa Johnny will come over next weekend. Show him your talent in Go then.”

At the dining table, Claire put a piece of vegetable in her mouth and chewed slowly and expressionlessly but her mind was racing.

The chairman of Autumn Go Club, John Franklin was Angus Garcia’s Go teacher.

In order to impress Grandpa Johnny, Phoebe specially enrolled in a Go crash course.

Grandpa and Grandpa Johnny had been friends for many years. When they were young, one was the president of the Go Association and the other was the vice president. If she could be favored by Grandpa Johnny, she would be able to please grandpa.

More importantly, she wanted to use this to crush Claire.

And to show Grandpa which of his granddaughter was better.

However, her schedule was so tight that she didn’t even get enough time to sleep, so she dozed off in class.

She hadn’t gone to the art class for three days and was reading Go books every night until the wee hours of the morning.

Everyone listened carefully to Mr. Walker in class.

Dora wrote a small note and secretly threw it to Claire in the back row. However, the note was thrown back soon.

She opened it only to see a big turtle painted on it.

Claire wouldn’t tease her like this.

Dora got it in an instant, turned her head to glare at Derek. She cursed him in a small voice. “You’re shameless. This is for Claire. Why did you open it?”

Derek leaned on the chair and pointed to the side. “Don’t you see Claire is sleeping? Can’t you stop disturbing her?”

Dora pouted in anger. “It’s none of your business, you little b*stard!”

“What? Believe it or not, I will beat you?!” Derek picked up a pen and tapped it hard on Dora’s head.

Dora held her head, cursing.

The two of them were bickering when suddenly a piece of chalk flew over and hit Derek’s desk heavily.

The two of them were startled and looked up at the same time.

Standing on the podium, James was looking at them, his eyes icy behind the lenses. His always gentle face was gloomy at the moment. He pursed his thin lips and seemed to be restraining his anger.

Even his voice was icy. “You two can go out if you don’t want to listen to the class.”

The other students looked at Derek and Dora.

“Mr. Walker is always so gentle. I have never seen him lose temper!”

“Little Overlord’s gone too far. This is the first time Mr. Walker has lost his temper!”

“Mr. Walker looks horrible when he loses his temper…”

Dora sat up straight, lowered her head, and dared not say a word.

Soon, the bell for the end of the class rang.

The next class was the physical education class. The students swarmed out of the classroom, and Claire was dragged to the canteen by Dora.

When everyone left, Derek slowly stood up and walked to the podium.

On the podium, James was packing things up.