Chapter 334: Chapter 310: Asking for Leave to Go Outside the Campus

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During the evening self-study session, William Butch returned.

His wounds had been treated, probably by Skyler Thomas.

Still sitting at his seat without saying a word, head down, as if even movement had ceased.

When he returned, Daisy Zane glanced at him, then wrote the chemistry paper on her desk.

Olivia Lane sat next to her, watching her hold a pen in her hand, casually looking at the test paper, and then filling in the answers.

No calculation process, no steps. Whether it was multiple-choice, fill-in-the-blank, or essay questions, she looked at them for a while and then filled in the results.

Moreover, according to Olivia Lane’s observation, her answers were all correct.

After finishing the chemistry paper, Daisy Zane wrote the math paper.

Then, with ten minutes left before the end of evening self-study, she got up, intending to go out.

Olivia Lane didn’t make way for her and asked, “What are you doing?”

Daisy Zane rubbed her hair: “The director wants to see me.”

“Oh.” Olivia Lane replied and then asked, “Will you return to the dormitory?”

“Mhm.”

Olivia Lane got an answer, then moved her chair forward a little to let her out.

Daisy Zane went to the front and told the teacher about the director calling for her before leaving the classroom.

The shooting director waiting outside the classroom, hearing her voice coming through the mike, stared at her blankly, their eyes dazed.

“I didn’t call, right?”

While removing her mike, Daisy Zane said: “Director Nash called me.”

“Did Director Nash call?” The shooting director looked at the person next to him.

Nobody around dared to speak up.

This was Director Nash, who even Allonzo Hobson had taken care of.

“Director Nash called,” Daisy Zane said, “You can check.”

The shooting director picked up his walkie-talkie to ask, putting it close to his mouth, when he suddenly realized.

Who am I doubting here?!

He was insanely bold.

Just as he put down the walkie-talkie, director Nash’s voice came through it: “I called Daisy, I forgot to tell you, and I contacted her directly.”

“Okay, okay.” Shooting Director wiped his sweat, “Daisy, please, please.”

“Thank you,” Daisy Zane said calmly, “Finish early today, I’ll go straight back to the dormitory when I return.”

“Alright.”

The director didn’t actually call Daisy Zane.

Daisy Zane simply found an excuse and broadcasted it through the mike.

Upon hearing the news, Director Nash also cooperated with her promptly.

So she left the teaching building, requested a leave from Director Nash, and then directly left the school.

There were many stationeries and supermarkets around the school.

Daisy Zane put on a mask, took off her school uniform jacket, and carried it in her hand, then entered the second supermarket she passed by on the way.

She bought a black duckbill cap. When paying, she saw cigarettes displayed near the cashier and casually picked up a box.

Then she put on the duckbill cap, with the brim pulled down low, and returned to the vicinity of the school entrance.

When she came out, there were ten more minutes before the end of self-study.

At this point, students who go home every day started to leave.

She squatted under the shadow of a tree, with the school uniform still hanging in her hand, the other hand propped up her chin, lazily watching the students walk out.

Soon, she saw several familiar faces coming out of the school.

These were the people who had beaten William Butch in the restroom that day.

Not only were there a few of them, but there was also William Butch following closely behind.

Daisy Zane prodded the brim of her hat upward and looked at the lowered head of William Butch.

The group stopped for a moment at the entrance. William Butch kept his head down, wishing he could shrink his head into his thin body.

When there were fewer students at the entrance, the group began to move, taking William Butch with them.

Daisy Zane also stood up, pushed down the brim of her hat, and followed them from a distance.

After walking for a while, the group in front entered an alley.

Daisy Zane followed them in as well.

The area around the alley was a demolition site, and it was deserted.

Even the street lamps beside the alley seemed to say that this place was abandoned and unmonitored by surveillance cameras, making it a perfect spot for a beating.

Daisy Zane walked a bit further inside, stopping next to a wall after she could hear voices.

“Didn’t I tell you to bring that woman out?” a person in the alley said, “Where is she? Are you playing with me?”

No one responded.

Then there were several slapping sounds, as if someone was slapped hard across the face: “You’re protecting that woman so much, do you like her or something?”

As soon as those words were spoken, a few people burst into laughter.

“With your girly look, you dare to like someone. With your weak, chicken-like body, what do you think you can do? Still, you dare to foolishly fantasize about liking someone.”

Daisy Zane’s eyebrows and eyes were within the shadow of the hat brim, and she gently twirled her fingertips.

A few people laughed again: “I’ve seen pictures of Daisy Zane online, incredibly beautiful, with both looks and figure. You protect her so much, but she probably wouldn’t even give you a glance. She’s just here to record a show, and she’ll be gone next week. Why are you protecting her so much?”

William Butch still didn’t make a sound.

After a few seconds of silence, someone got angry.

There was a loud slap, breaking the silence of the darkness.

Daisy Zane immediately walked deeper into the alley.

William Butch was slapped so hard that he was thrown to the side. However, he was very close to the wall, so he collided with it instead of falling down.

The slap gave him a brief moment of dizziness.

It also seemed like a signal for everyone else to start taking action.

But during William’s moment of dizziness, he instinctively leaned against the wall and covered his head with his hands.

Daisy Zane had her hands in her pockets, with her school uniform draped over her wrists. In the midst of their punching and kicking, she whistled softly.

The sound was not particularly loud, but it made everyone stop their assault and stare at her.

In this alley, there were not only a few Gathering Joy School students, but also three people from other schools.

They were dressed in branded clothes, wearing gold chains and gold watches, and had dyed yellow hair.

Clearly, troublemakers.

“What is this all about?” The voice came from the one who had been talking to William Butch all along, a bleached-haired youth.

Daisy Zane didn’t say a word and continued to walk towards them.

The group couldn’t quite figure out her background, but they could only see her school uniform pants, white half-sleeves, a head of shoulder-length black hair, a black mask, and a black hat.

The hat brim was pressed so low that her face was completely obscured.

As she walked leisurely, her aura seemed to be an army of thousands in the darkness about to leave them all dead in the alley.

Yet, they only saw a female student in front of them.

So, even though her aura was powerful, the group quickly reacted.

“Let me tell you, don’t meddle in our business, it’s not something you can handle. Otherwise, you’ll bring trouble down on yourself.”

William Butch was shaking with fear, holding his head close to the wall as if he had once again blocked out everything around him.

“Can’t you understand?” The bleached-haired youth stepped forward, sized her up, then scoffed, “What is it? Are you here to please us?”

Daisy Zane still didn’t say a word. She calmly walked up to the bleached-haired youth and kicked him away with a swift motion.

The bleached-haired youth soared into the air and fell heavily onto the ground. The thud of his heavy body landing sounded as if it would crack the concrete.

After falling, he slid almost a yard across the ground before lying still. A few seconds later, he began to roll and groan in pain.