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After receiving their school uniforms, the boys and girls were led back to their dormitories by the dormitory supervisor.

The girls’ dormitory was on the third floor, and only the floors above the third floor had an elevator.

So they had to carry their suitcases upstairs.

Daisy Zane and Celeste Martin’s suitcases were relatively light. However, Serena Buster’s extra-large suitcase was hard for her to lift with both hands.

So Daisy offered her own suitcase to Serena and helped her carry it. “I’ll do it myself,” Serena said, “otherwise people will say we’re a couple again.”

“If I don’t help you, people will say we’ve broken up,” Daisy said calmly.

“Oh, that’s true.” Serena saw that Daisy didn’t mind and handed her the suitcase.

Celeste also chimed in: “I’ll help you lift it too, it looks quite heavy.” “No need,” Daisy said, and then lifted the suitcase with one hand.

After feeling its weight, she glanced at Serena: “Did you bring your whole house with you?”

Serena glanced at her, then glanced at the dormitory supervisor, and didn’t dare to speak.

The first thing they did when they got to the dormitory was to check their suitcases.

A few cosmetic items were removed from Celeste’s suitcase, and when Serena’s extra-large suitcase was opened, four-fifths of it was filled with snacks.

Daisy Zane: .

Celeste: “If we had known earlier, we could have had a feast downstairs.’

But the teacher’s eyes were clearly bright, and she neatly and proficiently unfolded a folding bag and began to pack the snacks, as if she had captured a criminal.

“Teacher, teacher. These are sugar, not snacks, please leave a bag for us,” Serena said, as if her heart was bleeding, “Leave five pieces, five pieces. Two pieces, two pieces are fine too.”

However, the teacher didn’t leave a single piece for her.

“Teacher, that’s for drinking, for drinking,” Serena said, “Leave one, leave one.”

As if she hadn’t heard Serena, the teacher mercilessly put all of the items into the bag.

Serena looked at the empty suitcase, and the light in her eyes instantly disappeared.

She was in shock.

As for Daisy’s suitcase, she had always thought that there was nothing inside. But when it was opened, one-quarter of it was filled with snacks, and the other quarter was filled with medicine she often took.

There were even words written on the snacks. It was clearly Anisa Cooper’s handwriting.

The teacher read it out loud: “Daisy, don’t eat too much in front of the camera.

Prepared especially for you so you won’t go hungry. Remember to hide them as soon as you open your suitcase. Don’t hide them in the cabinet, hide them in

the pillow, according to my many years of experience, it’s the safest. Dash,

your most intimate Naomi Nelson.”

Daisy:

The teacher looked at Daisy and said, “Very thoughtful. But hiding them in the pillow is outdated. The trend is hiding them in shoes.” Hearing this, Serena’s face turned green.

Daisy looked at the snacks and didn’t want to speak.

“The meals in our cafeteria are very good, and the prices are reasonable,” the teacher said. “There is plenty of time for meals, and it’s good for your health to eat well.”

Daisy: “……” Now everyone knows she eats a lot.

“What are these?” The teacher looked at the medicine again, and there was another note on it. But the handwriting had changed, and it was clearly a male student’s handwriting, and very beautiful.

It was Harton Clark’s handwriting.

“This handwriting is great.”

Celeste glanced at the handwriting, then looked at Daisy. Meanwhile, Serena went behind the teacher and tried to steal snacks from the confiscated snack bag.

“Remember to drink one after a meal, I’ll check when you get back,” the teacher read it out loud.

Daisy:

“It must be a boyfriend, with this tone,” Celeste joked.

Her seemingly casual question managed to stun the videography teacher, the director, and the dormitory supervisor.

Although it wasn’t live, there was still a camera. What should be said and shouldn’t be said were all unwritten rules.

Serena Buster stopped stealing snacks upon hearing this and quickly moved over to Daisy Zane’s side. She glanced at the note and asked, “Is this from your boyfriend? My brother talks to me like this all the time.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I thought only boyfriends talked like this,” Celeste Martin responded apologetically. “I don’t know much about it.”

Daisy Zane looked at her and took the note from the teacher’s hand, saying calmly, “It is my boyfriend.”

Celeste was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Daisy to admit this so openly.

Serena Buster shot Daisy a quick glance, her eyes full of gossip ready to spill upon Daisy, but knowing the situation was not appropriate with cameras around, she hurriedly looked away.

Daisy Zane did not continue the conversation and said to the dormitory supervisor, “Those are medicines for conditioning my body.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” The teacher, who looked to be over 50 years old, said with concern, “You young people should take care of your health early, staying up late and eating less junk food. Money earned just ends up being spent on maintaining your health.”

The teacher continued to sort through things while talking, took away what needed to be removed, distributed everything that needed to be distributed, and told them to change into their school uniforms and head to the teaching building.

The dormitory had six beds in one large room, each with a bed above and a desk below.

The three of them shared one side of the room, with a small staircase leading up to each bed. The other three students’ beds were opposite them.

The grooming area and restrooms were shared by all. They took their school uniforms to the restroom to change in the partitioned stalls.

Daisy Zane changed quickly, spoke to them briefly, and went back to the dormitory first.

The school uniform was a simple blue and white one.

Daisy Zane wore it neatly, zipping it up to her collarbone and making sure the collar lay flat on both sides.

It could definitely be described as a decent way to wear the uniform.

Although the uniform looked a bit loose at first, it fitted well on her tall and slender figure, giving the ordinary school uniform a fashionable look.

Back in the dormitory, Daisy Zane sorted out her belongings.

Their beds had their names on them. Daisy Zane put her things away and then looked at the information on the opposite student’s bed.

She saw the name: Olivia Lane.

And below it, the age and class. Nineteen years old, Senior Three Class Sixteen.

Daisy Zane: .

She frowned slightly, wondering how she could be so unlucky.

Before she could think too much about it though, Celeste Martin and Serena Buster returned.

The two of them quickly sorted out their belongings, and the three of them headed to the teaching building together.

The teaching building was right in front of the dormitory and quite close. It was likely meant to save time.

When the three of them arrived, five guys and two teachers were already there.

These people who were usually fashionable and played various characters on the outside suddenly changed into school uniforms and put up a pure and innocent student act.

It looked both hilarious and a bit cringeworthy, no matter how one looked at it.

So, after both groups of people exchanged glances and greeted each other, following the introduction of the homeroom teachers from Senior Three Class Fifteen and Class Sixteen, they all laughed.

Then, they proceeded to tease and joke with one another.

Daisy Zane also smiled faintly and looked at George Dunn, saying, “I didn’t expect you to be quite young.”

George Dunn was taken aback and laughed, “You’re actually complimenting me. Are you sure you’re not being sarcastic?”

“Did you figure it out?” Daisy Zane raised her eyebrow and asked. George Dunn: “…I knew I shouldn’t have had that illusion.”

Daisy Zane laughed again..