Chapter 18
Because of her tall stature, her seat was arranged in the middle of the last row. Her desk was usually spotlessly clean, without even a single book, but now it was filled with colorful books, basically all the books had been turned out and dumped on the desk, which was also stained with spilled ink, black and messy as if it were a stirred pot.
In the air, a faint scent of ink could be sensed.
The class was extremely quiet, none of the boys or girls made a sound. Even the teacher was dumbfounded, standing foolishly on the lectern without saying a word.
Chloe Collins stood beside the lectern, her head slightly tilted, her usual lazy expression in her eyes mixed with a hint of chill, "Who did it?"
Her voice was soft, but everyone could hear the coolness.
"Me." A defiant and wanton female voice sounded.
