<h4>Chapter 145: She Is My Youngest Disciple, Nancy</h4>


    What… was happening here?


    Even Phoebe’s eyes widened.


    The two seemed to know each other very well, and everyone heard ire call Master Rice teacher just now.


    Was she really…


    Still putting his arms around ire, Master Rice looked at Mr. Garfield and gave a cold smile. “You want me to identify ire’s identity, right? Yes, ire is my youngest disciple… Nancy.”


    His words were loud and clear.


    There was dead silence in the office, and then, there were gasping sounds.


    Mr. Garfield’s legs went weak, he staggered back a couple of steps, and his face turned extremely ugly.


    He had just told ire to wait for a face p.


    However… the person who was pped in the face was him!


    At this time, Phoebe also felt as if being struck by lightning, her brain buzzing.


    ire was Master Rice’s disciple?


    ire was Nancy?


    For so many years, she had been longing to be a great painter.


    And Nancy was her idol.


    She had memorized every inch of her paintings by heart, copying and imitating it, fantasizing that she would be a painter as great as her.


    However, now she was being told that her idol was ire!


    Was it a joke?!


    No! She couldn’t ept this!


    For a moment, Phoebe felt that her neck was being strangled and she was unable to breathe. She wished to smash her head against the wall and kill herself!


    “Any questions?” Master Rice asked again, looking majestic with a dark face.


    Mr. Garfield panicked so much that he didn’t even dare to look at ire.


    He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. “No… no questions…”


    “Since there is no further issue, we’re leaving. ire, let me treat you to dinner.” Master Rice nodded politely at the crowd and then left the office with ire.


    In the office, Mr. Jones suddenly burst intoughter and pointed to a few stiff-faced teachers. “Did you see that? My student, ire, did not giarize! And… she is Nancy!”


    ire took Master Rice to the door of ss 2, and Bruce ran out of the ssroom.


    “Granduncle? What are you doing here?”


    The students of ss 2 poked their heads out and watched the scene.


    “Who is that old man? He looks so familiar…”


    “H*llyshit! He is Master Rice!”


    At this moment, the first ss also erupted in shock.


    “What?! ire is Master Nancy?!” Someone stood up in fright and overturned the desk.


    Everyone was chattering, looking shocked.


    This news was almost like a blockbuster, exploding their cognition to a rag.


    Derek almost dropped his chin in shock. “ire… she, she, she…”


    However, Dora was not surprised at all.


    She raised her chin, nodded her head, and looked proud. “She is much better than you think!”


    Soon, Phoebe returned to the ssroom. Her face was pale and her steps were heavy. She looked like a frosted eggnt.


    As soon as she sat in her seat, Jessica immediately held her arm and asked. “Phoebe, what happened? They are saying that ire is Nancy. Is this true?”


    Phoebe didn’t speak, andy prostrate on the desk. She buried her head in her arms, and her shoulders trembled violently.


    Seeing big droplets of tears fall on the ground from her face, Jessica was terrified. “Phoebe, why are you crying? What happened?!”


    Phoebe bit her lip hard to restrain herself from crying.


    That evening.


    Ada was dumbfounded after receiving the call.


    As soon as Phoebe came back home from school, Ada hurriedly stepped forward and asked. “Phoebe, Mrs. Hawk just called and told me that ire is Master Nancy. Did you hear about this in school?”