The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 52 - Which Two Students’ Families Are You?

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The man was wearing black and white sportswear, his collar raised. He had zipped his jacket up to the top, covering his neck. He was tall and slender, his long legs crossed, revealing his delicate ankles.

He was leaning on the sofa lazily, his eyebrows and eyes concealed by his soft pitch-black hair. He was holding a book, flipping through it in boredom.

His every gesture was dignified and elegant.

Gallon was a bit surprised and sat down opposite him.

The atmosphere was dull.

So he took the initiative to talk to the man. “Are you also here to participate in the sports game?”

Hearing his words, Hunter didn’t even look up but gave a cold hmm, looking extremely unapproachable.

Gallon curled his lips. This guy was really arrogant.

“Are you here to keep your sister company?” he asked again.

Since he was so young, he certainly didn’t come here for his daughter, right?

“Fiancée.” Hunter said briefly.

For some reason, his voice was gentle, revealing a hint of joy.

Gallon was surprised.

Was Lance Middle School so open now?

A girl student at such a young age already had a fiancé? And she even brought her fiancé to school with her?

Tsk, the moral degeneration of the world was getting worse day by day…

The man looked terribly hard to get along with. He wondered which girl was so unlucky to have such a fiancé.

After a moment of silence, Hunter glanced at Gallon and asked carelessly. “What about you?”

Gallon didn’t know how to explain, so he replied casually. “I’m here to keep my girl company.”

Hunter raised his brows slightly.

Hmm… the same as him.

At this time, the door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man walked in. He adjusted his glasses and smiled. “I am Director Miller. The principal is tied up, so I’ll take care of the sports meeting for him. Are you together?”

“No.” Gallon stood up and glanced at Hunter.

Hunter was still sitting lazily, flipping through the book in his hand without bothering to look up.

Gallon had never met a person so arrogant before.

Oh, this guy really liked putting on airs.

Director Miller opened the file in his hand and picked up a pen. “Which two students’ families are you? Let me record that first.”

“Claire Smith.”

“Claire Smith.”

The two of them spoke at the same time.

And they were both stunned.

Director Miller wondered if there were two students with the same name.

So he asked again. “Which class is she in?”

“Class One, Grade Three.”

“Class One, Grade Three.”

Again in unison.

Gallon looked blankly at Hunter.

Hunter closed the book with a snap and finally raised his head. He frowned and stared at Gallon sharply, his eyes icy.

The two looked at each other, and there was a dead silence in the room.

Director Miller stood between them, awkwardly scratching his hair.

What’s going on?

In Class One, Grade Three.

The classroom was very noisy.

It was full of students and their parents. They were all from wealthy families and knew each other. The classroom was full of false laughter and flattery.

In the back row by the window, Claire was sleeping in a prostrate position on the desk with a hat on her face.

Derek suddenly sprained his foot earlier and had gone to the school infirmary. He was unable to participate in the sports meeting.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom was kicked open.

The noisy classroom suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at the door.

Two tall figures were standing side by side at the entrance. In the sunshine, their figures seemed to be gilded, so dazzling.

Everyone was stunned by their handsomeness.

“Wow, they’re so handsome!”

“Whose families are they? I really envy…”

Hunter and Gallon looked around the classroom, and almost at the same time, their gazes rested on the person’s head on the desk in the back row.

Under the public gaze, they walked straight to the back row.