The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 563: Chapter 563: Wenny Taylor’s Real-Name Report_1

”Hmm?”

Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t fully awake, her mind hadn’t quite caught up, and she lazily massaged her temples with a bandit’s air, nonchalantly replying to her, ”So it blew up, I’m not the Pacific Ocean police.”

It seemed like the No. 1 Middle School forum wasn’t her responsibility; school forums generally have moderators, and what had it to do with her?

”It’s not that.” Jhovany Sullivan sounded urgent, unable to explain clearly in a short time, only saying, ”The school forum blowing up has something to do with you, Nathalie, you better get up and look. I think there’s going to be trouble at school today!”

Nathalie didn’t really want to deal with the trivial matters at school; she had planned to visit Uncle Cagwin in the hospital today.

Anyway, her place at Tsinghua University was set, and Nancy Sullivan didn’t really bother her much. It was up to her whether to go to school or not.

But Jhovany Sullivan was so anxious that after hanging up the phone, Nathalie still forced herself out of bed, brushing her teeth and washing up in the bathroom, while casually opening her phone and searching for the No. 1 Middle School’s forum and clicking on it.

At the top there was indeed a post highlighted in red.

The poster’s name was Wenny Taylor.

She had posted it at midnight the previous night.

By eight o’clock this morning, it had already floated to the number one spot, followed by a hot red [Hot] sign, showing just how popular it was.

She glanced over and saw her own name in the post.

——I am reporting my classmate Nathalie Quinlan from senior year, class A, for beating someone up off campus!

”...” Nathalie bit her toothbrush, her temples throbbed, and her eyes turned cold and agitated. She was really annoyed.

Not even Justin Wafford knew she had hit Jecksen Wilmar; how did Wenny Taylor find out about this? A figure came to her mind.

She clicked on the post expressionlessly.

All she saw was the original poster’s lengthy writing: Hello everyone, I’m Wenny Taylor from No. 1 Middle School’s senior year, class A. I want to report my classmate Nathalie Quinlan for beating someone up off campus. Nathalie usually likes to clique up and isolate other students in class, and this time, she unnecessarily beat someone up outside the school, breaking three of the victim’s ribs. Her behavior is atrocious, seriously violating the school’s discipline! On behalf of all the students, I severely condemn this heinous behavior and demand that the school give a severe and public punishment to such rule-breaking students!

Nathalie’s indifferent gaze fell on the words ’clique up’ and ’isolate other students’, then she moved her line of sight away without a trace of warmth.

She casually scrolled through the comments below.

Wenny Taylor’s post didn’t take long before people replied.

It seemed there were plenty of students who were night owls and didn’t sleep.

[Sweet Peachy: Wow! I just scrolled to such an explosive post late at night. Senior Nathalie Quinlan from senior year A class? I have heard of her name, she’s very pretty, many boys in our class talk about her in private, calling her the school beauty of No. 1 Middle School. So the school beauty also fights.━((*′д｀)爻(′д｀*))━!!!!]

[Flying Cat: I haven’t seen Nathalie bullying anyone; what I’m seeing is the poster’s jealous face.]

[Hehe, I’m your daddy on the first floor: Real-name reporting?? That’s bold??]

[Daddy’s Pose You Wouldn’t Understand: Wow, grass, for the first time I see such an exciting post, the original poster is bold! I support you.]

[Just Gibberish: I don’t have much to say, just taking a spot, waiting for the school’s result.]

”...”

After scrolling through two pages of spitballing, Nathalie got tired of reading and backed out of the forum.

At this moment, Justin Wafford, Clerent Miller, Freddy Cagwin, and the rest had all sent her messages. Nathalie didn’t look at any of them, calmly finished brushing her teeth and getting ready. She changed into a set of clothes, took her phone, and went downstairs.

...

Downstairs, Alfred Garland and Audrick Zachmann hadn’t risen yet.