Chapter 199


    Summer was even more puzzled. "Since you are from ss Ten, why not go back to your ss?"


    A boy sitting in the front row put his hand to his forehead in an I-can’t-even fashion. "Ms. Hart, they are


    all here to see Jazz."


    Hearing that, the female students sitting in the back rows nodded and became even more excited.


    "Why hasn’t Jazze to ss yet, Ms. Hart?"


    "Did he ask for leave? Did he say when he would return to school?"


    "Will hee this afternoon?"


    The girls were all scrambling to ask questions, as if Jazz was a celebrity and they were his diehard fan.


    Summer was bemused, knocking the ckboard eraser on the podium, and then said in a clear and


    loud voice, "This is a school, not a fan meeting. All go back to your ss."


    But those female students still refused to give up and continued to ask, "Will Jazze to school this


    afternoon?"


    "Do you want the principal to ''invite'' you all back personally?" These were truly diehard fangirls.


    Upon hearing this, those girls got up from their seats reluctantly, and they all asked in all seriousness,


    "Can we transfer to your ss, Ms. Hart?”


    After the afternoon ss, she was prepping for the next day''s lessons in the office. She did not have a


    self -study session in the evening, so she could leave at 6:3 0 pm.


    Because she had promised Dean yesterday that she would give tuition to his nephew, she called Dean


    after work.


    Twenty minutester, Dean arrived in his ck Hyundai at the school gate. Today was the first lesson,


    and Summer needed Dean to bring her there because she did not know the ce.


    The boy''s parents were hospitable. They served fruits and dinner.


    Their hospitality overwhelmed Summer. She ate a little before she went to the boy’s study room and


    started giving tuition.


    The boy was smart, energetic, and active as much as h e was a troublemaker. But overall, he was well-


    behaved.


    Summer tutored him for over an hour, assessing his math and French proficiency.


    After the tutoring was over, it was eight-something. She walked out of the study room and saw Dean


    still sitting in the living room.


    Seeing hering out, Dean got to his feet with a smile. "Going home now?”


    "You haven''t left yet?" She checked the time.


    "I am thinking of giving you a ride on my way home. Besides, I haven’t chatted with them for a long


    time."


    After having a few words with the boy’s parents, the two left together.


    Outside the apartment. Inside a ck Land Rover.


    Mark was leaning in the seat, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers with the mes flickering in the


    dark.


    He looked down at his watch. It was 9:00 pm, but she had not yet returned.


    He did not have the key to the room, so all he could do was to wait outside.


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    Just then, he heard a couple of knocks on the window. He frowned and opened the window with his left


    hand, then Raine came into view.


    "What are you doing here?” Mark stubbed out the cigarette, sat upright, and looked at her.