Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 367

When she said this, everyone looked surprised.

They found it hard to believe that someone so good looking was not a movie star, but rather their university mate.

They could boast to outsiders that there was a goddess on their campus! This was truly a goddess who had both beauty and brains. Some seniors immediately pointed Arielle in the correct direction: "Do you see the white turret? The one with the big clock built into it." Arielle spotted it at once. It was a beautiful building.

She could not help thinking. When mom was here as a guest lecturer, she must have loved the scenery here.

"Oh!" A freshie suddenly announced, "We are going to be late for registration!"

"Come on! Let's go!"

The crowd moved forward together and Arielle, too, came out from her reverie and moved toward the building with the turret.

There were signs on the grounds indicating that the principal's office was on the top floor.

Arielle hurried upstairs and knocked on the door of the principal's office which was slightly ajar.

On hearing a voice say, "Enter," Arielle pushed open the door and went in.

When she went in, she saw the principal busying himself with the mouse in front of the computer.

Arielle was full of curiosity and finally, she said, "Mr. Brown?

"One moment, one moment, please! It's the last game!"

Arielle was even more puzzled.

A minute later, the principal put down the mouse sullenly and a proud voice from the computer said, "Hahaha, Marcus, I won, you will participate in the opening ceremony tomorrow!" "Please don't do that..." Marcus said. "The speech is so long. I will lose my voice delivering the speech."

"You must keep your word. We agreed on two wins in three games, I won!"

"You..." Marcus gritted his teeth. "Do you want to lose your job as the assistant principal?"

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"Anyway, I've reached retirement age. Sack me if you like!" The speaker finished speaking and with a "ding", he ended the call.

Arielle looked on in total surprise.

Is this type of principal someone we can rely on?

In the next instant, Marcus remembered that someone had knocked on the door and entered the office. He looked up from his computer, saw Arielle, and was stunned.

The principal shook his head, saying, "Sorry, Miss, we do not make promotional videos."

Arielle smiled and thought to herself. Another one to mistake me for a model. I should change my clothes in the bathroom before coming in.

Patiently, Arielle explained again, "Mr. Brown, I'm here to report for classes."

The principal was taken aback. "Are you joking with me?"

Arielle told him, "Vinson said that I should report directly to you, that's all.

Marcus stood up immediately, "You are the one Mr. Nightshire recommended, Ms. Moore, aren't you?

Arielle nodded, "Yes, I'm Arielle Moore."

"Have a seat, have a seat. I'll get you some tea."

"That's not necessary." Arielle glanced at her watch, replying, "It's late. Isn't it better if we proceed with the registration first?"

Marcus slapped himself on the forehead. "Oh dear! Look at me. I forget what's important. Let me register

you first."

What surprised Arielle was that the principal looked very... unreliable just now, but he was meticulous in handling affairs.

With Marcus' help, the registration was quickly done.

"I'll take you to your class. Your homeroom teacher is giving out an assessment test. The test is on high school knowledge. After that, you will be seated according to your grades. But don't worry, it's okay if the test results are not good now. Donovan's class is brand new, everything will start from scratch in the future. You and everyone are the pioneer class, just work hard and learn.”

Marcus had already formed an opinion that Arielle was not a good student.

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