<h4>Chapter 143: I Am Nancy</h4>


    Mr. Garfield put the phone and ire’s painting on the table. “Mr. Jones, it doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. It’s a fact.”


    Several teachers gathered around and nodded.


    “Can’t it be a coincidence?” Mr. Jones said.


    Mr. Garfield furiously pped the table. “Mr. Jones, I understand that you want to defend your student, but as an art teacher, I know painting better than you. She definitely giarized this work!”


    Some other teachers echoed his words.


    “Yeah, though we don’t understand art, we can tell that there are many simrities between the two paintings. It’s obviously giarism.”


    “ire is a habitual offender. Do you remember what she did in thest Mathematical Olympiad?!”


    “Yes, she didn’t even learn how to paint. How dare she sign up for an artpetition? And how could she win first ce?”


    Mr. Jones gaped, speechless.


    James adjusted his sses and said gently, “Let’s wait for ire toe. Don’t jump to conclusions.”


    As soon as he said so, the door was pushed open.


    Everyone turned their heads and looked at her.


    ire walked in slowly, deadpan. Her eyes were slightly narrowed and looked a bit sleepy. It seemed that she had just woken up.


    Mr. Garfield frowned. He had been filled with admiration for her in the first ce, but now he only felt contemptuous. Pointing to the cell phone on the table, he said coldly, “ire, can you exin this?!”


    ire approached him and nced at the phone.


    On the screen, was a painting of Nancy.


    She slipped her hand into her pocket, tilted her head, and smiled. “What do you want me to exin?”


    At this moment, she was still ying innocent! How shameless this girl was!


    Mr. Garfield was annoyed and said angrily, “You giarized Nancy’s work. Now I’m going to revoke your first ce. Your deed is terrible. I will definitely report it to the school’s leaders. Just wait for the punishment!”


    ire slowly raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Garfield somewhat in confusion. Instead of panicking, she smiled. “Do you mean I giarized myself?”


    Everyone was stunned and didn’t get what she meant.


    “You…” Mr. Garfield pointed to ire and his eyes were wide open in rage. “Are you crazy? Are you telling me you’re Nancy?!”


    At this moment, Phoebe came over, held ire’s arm, and said softly, “ire, quickly admit it and apologize. I can help you intercede. Don’t talk nonsense here.”


    ire immediately pulled out her arm and patted her sleeve, as if she had touched something dirty.


    Phoebe’s face paled.


    Without a word, ire pulled a chair over and sat down.


    Then she raised her head, her eyes bright, her voice neither humble nor overbearing. “Yes, I am Nancy.”


    Hearing it, everyoneughed.


    “Hahaha… Is there something wrong with my ears? She actually said she is Master Nancy?!”


    “Is this kid stupid?”


    “Even if you want to quibble, you can’t say such ridiculous things!”


    Mr. Jones rubbed his temple and sighed.


    What was this kid… talking about?!


    Mr. Garfield almost burst into tears ofughter. “Can you take a look at yourself? How dare you pretend to be Master Nancy? Just admit what you did. Don’t waste our time!”


    ire ignored him, took out her phone, and mmed it on the table.


    Everyone immediately gathered around to look at it.


    On the phone was a picture of an old man and a girl.


    The girl was ire.


    And the old man turned out to be… Master Rice!