Willow Grant asked the question, then suddenly realized that this teacher might not know Summer Monroe, so she quickly took out her phone to show a picture to the administrator.

However, as soon as she took out her phone, she heard the administrator say, "Summer Monroe? Oh, are you talking about that girl who’s great at translating and playing the piano, and is also very pretty?"

Willow Grant’s face turned dark, reluctantly nodding: "That’s her."

The administrator didn’t notice the stiffness in Willow Grant’s expression and laughed, saying, "You can find her in the school archives room on the first floor."

"What? The archives room?!"

Willow Grant’s voice suddenly rose. From the beginning, the school archives room wasn’t a place anyone could enter. Not to mention students, even regular teachers couldn’t go in without permission from the school leadership.

She walked straight towards the archives room, oblivious to the administrator’s comment: "Summer Monroe has the principal’s key to enter, but you can’t go in."

In no time, Willow Grant had already run up to the archives room door.

The door, usually closed, was currently ajar, with light streaming through the crack—there was indeed someone inside!

Willow Grant pushed the door open, walked in, and shouted, "Summer Monroe!"

Summer Monroe, who was browsing through the teacher files, was startled by the sudden noise.

She looked up in confusion, only to see Willow Grant walking towards her with a bit of schadenfreude.

Summer Monroe asked with a face full of doubt, "Willow Grant? What are you doing here?"

Willow Grant let out a cold snort from her nose, raised her chin, and looked down at her, saying, "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You’re a student, how dare you enter the archives room? Do you want to be expelled?"

Summer Monroe roughly guessed why Willow Grant was here.

Here to give her a hard time—sometimes Summer really admired Willow Grant. Despite losing every time, she kept coming back to trouble her with relentless determination.

With that kind of perseverance, wouldn’t it be better to find a part-time job?

Kids these days just don’t have enough homework!

Summer Monroe said with a faint voice, "I have my reasons for being in the archives room, but speaking of which, didn’t you enter the archives room too? So, do you want to get expelled with me?"

"You—" Willow Grant stomped her foot in anger: "I came in to take you out. Summer Monroe, with your status, there’s no way you could be in the archives room. Get out now!"

Summer Monroe narrowed her eyes and asked, "What if I say I won’t go out?"

"You won’t come out with me, huh?" Willow Grant raised her eyebrow sarcastically and said, "Well, don’t blame me then. You’re asking for it!"

Summer Monroe nodded, impatiently saying, "Yes, yes, I’m asking for it. Just do what you need to do and finish it quickly, I’m busy."

Willow Grant was infuriated by Summer Monroe’s attitude, her face turning red with anger.

"You—you’re simply ungrateful! Just wait and see how arrogant you can be later!"

Willow Grant said, and then walked briskly out of the archives room, fished out her phone, and dialed Principal Payne’s number.

Many students studying and reading in the first-floor library were already drawn in by the commotion coming from the archives room.

Seeing this, Willow Grant, once the call connected, deliberately raised her voice and spoke loudly into the phone, "Principal, I’m Willow Grant from the preparatory class. Can you come to the school library archives room? There’s someone who sneaked into the archives room and I’ve caught her. I persuaded her to come out but she refused, please come quickly!"