Chapter 51

Zoey replied, "Okay, thank you, teacher."

She turned around and gave Derek a triumphant look from a spot where the principal couldn't see.

Derek was nearly driven to madness by Zoey, that contemptible woman, but he didn't dare to act out in front of the principal.

Derek thought, 'Fuck, if Zoey can make it home after school tonight, I'll be impressed!'

The news quickly spread to all the students, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for the phone that fell from the fifth floor.

After the first class ended, a crowd of curious students gathered around Zoey's desk.

"Did you throw that phone?"

The person asking was Vernon Jordan, the idiot who still couldn't solve a single problem even after Zoey had tutored him for over a month.

Zoey nodded. "Yeah."

Vernon asked again, "Derek's phone?"

Zoey replied, "Yeah."

Vernon exclaimed, "Well done! I can totally imagine how cool you looked throwing that phone!"

"Yeah."

Vernon couldn't help but worry, "Won't your parents hit you again when you get home?"

Zoey getting hit was no longer a surprise.

When Zoey was hit for the first time, they were all taken aback. They all thought that a good student must be highly valued at home, but Zoey was good at studying and still got hit.

She didn't know how to answer Vernon's question, so she just looked at him indifferently.

Vernon could tell she didn't want to talk to him. He glanced at her as she was packing her desk, holding a book titled "Practical Self-Defense Techniques." He was a bit surprised, "I know your parents sometimes hit you, but you mustn't fight back; otherwise, even if you excel academically, you won't be able to find a job in the future."

Zoey really wanted to practice her self-defense on him right now.

Zoey asked,  "Can you stop talking?"

Vernon was trying to be nice, but he didn't expect her to still dislike him. He said, "Hey, you never listen to what anyone says. Everyone feels sorry for you and wants to be your friend, but you always act like this, so no one wants to hang out with you."

Zoey said indifferently, "I don't want to be your friend."

Vernon fell silent, feeling a bit sad.

Even though Zoey's words were so blunt, Vernon still didn't want to leave.

A classmate, seeing that Vernon had finished asking, stepped forward and asked Zoey, "Why didn't you come this morning?"

Zoey replied, "I went to change my name."

"Changed your name? To what?"

"Zoey." Zoey was already very familiar with this answer.

Vernon almost jumped out of his seat when he heard that, looking at her with admiration. "Wow! You're really impressive, because you actually dare to change your name."

Zoey was already annoyed with Vernon, and he kept talking. She frowned slightly. "Why are you so surprised?"

"No, I didn't mean anything by it, just curious." Vernon didn't know why, he was a bit afraid of Zoey.

He was always afraid of teachers. Since Zoey tutored him, she was like half a teacher to him.

As long as Zoey glared at him, he would be frightened and immediately behave.

To create a good impression in front of Zoey and to get closer to her, he continued, "We don't have jobs yet, but changing your name is really cool. At least in my heart, you're the most amazing person in the world."

Zoey couldn't stand it anymore and calmly said, "I want to be a police officer."

"Police officer?" Vernon observed Zoey, scrutinizing her for a long time. "But with your build..."

But before Vernon could finish his sentence, Zoey gave him a look, then Vernon immediately stopped, changing his tone, "Well, I think that job suits you perfectly. Yes, being a police officer is great. Police officers only care about ability, not names. Since you're so amazing, those criminals wouldn't see the light of day after meeting you. Don't worry. If the police department doesn't want you, you can come to my house. My mom recently got two dogs that keep running away. Last time, we made a great effort to look for them and finally found them. It's a hassle."

Zoey was exasperated. "Get lost!"

The next day, the alarm clock rang at 7:30 AM, ending Zoey's not-so-great dream.

She slowly opened her eyes and glanced towards the window.

The heavy curtains blocked out most of the sunlight, yet she could still sense that it was already bright outside.

She quickly got ready and left her bedroom with her big bag. As soon as she stepped into the living room, the smell of food hit her taste buds.

It smelt so good. Zoey wanted to leave, but she uncontrollably walked towards the source of the smell.

Tenley noticed someone approaching and saw Zoey waking up out of the corner of her eye.

Tenley said, "It's only 7:30; why not sleep a bit more? Didn't Robert tell me you have the day off today?"

Zoey explained, "Officer Davis has the day off, but I was transferred to the criminal investigation team to assist with the case. Now that it's over, I have to go back to the police station."

"What? Can't you take a day off? You've been busy for so long." Tenley looked at Zoey with a loving gaze, like a mother looking at her child.

Zoey thought she must miss Kelvin a lot, so sheprojected feelings for Kelvin onto Tenley.

"Yeah, they want me to report back today." Zoey's eyes were fixed on the food in the pot as she spoke.

Tenley gave her a doting look and told her to sit down first. In less than a minute, Teley placed several dishes she had made that morning on the table. "Eat more! Eat until you're full so you'll have energy for work."

Zoey couldn't wait. She took a few bites of the dishes and scooped a spoonful of soup.

Zoey thought, 'After eating cafeteria food for so long, it is rare to have homemade soup. The flavor is rich, and it tastes amazing. So delicious! Robert is really lucky to have a wife like Tenley who can cook so well.'

Tenley watched Zoey eat with such enjoyment, worried she might choke, and quickly said, "Eat slowly, don't rush. When you're almost done, I'll have Robert take you to work. Don't worry."

Zoey said, "No need, Tenley, I can go by myself. The subway is quick and it takes less than half an hour to get to my workplace."