At that moment, someone suddenly brought up a topic.

"Her name is Willow Grant, right? Does everyone remember the live stream on the forum about Summer Monroe’s lesson plan translation?"

"Yes, we remember, what’s wrong?"

"The person who was live streaming was sarcastically saying that Summer wouldn’t be able to translate it. But when Summer succeeded, the person quickly shut off the stream. That person turned out to be Willow Grant!"

"Oh my god, I suddenly realize something... Today’s incident must be because Willow didn’t know Summer had Principal Payne’s authorization to enter the archive, so she immediately went to the principal, trying to harm Summer."

"Thinking about it in detail, it’s terrifying, women are really scary!"

"What do you mean ’women are scary’? Most girls are sweethearts, the only scary one is Willow Grant, okay? She’s just jealous that Summer excels in everything compared to her. At the last freshman party, didn’t Summer outshine her in piano skills?"

Everyone was talking, completely ignoring Willow Grant standing right next to them.

Those classmates who previously sided with Willow in accusing Summer were full of remorse.

"I can’t believe I was deceived by Willow’s fake facade! Looks like I need a new pair of glasses."

"Me too, me too. I must have been blind!"

Listening to the blatant "whispers" of the crowd, Willow Grant was so ashamed and angry that she didn’t even notice her nails digging into her palms.

She suddenly thought of a term: social death.

She felt as though she was experiencing social death right now.

"Principal." Summer Monroe finally stood up.

She looked deeply at Willow Grant, then walked over and stood in front of the principal, asking in a bewildered manner, "What on earth happened?"

Hearing this, Willow was furious and pointed at Summer, shouting, "Stop pretending! You knew I would call the principal from the start, so you set me up, didn’t you?!"

Summer’s expression looked even more confused and innocent.

"Willow, what are you talking about? How would I know you would suddenly call the principal?"

"You did know! You sneaky, deceitful witch!"

Principal Payne’s forehead veins bulged as he shouted angrily, "Willow Grant! Do you want to be expelled for cursing your classmate right in front of me?"

The other students were also staring at Willow in shock, as if looking at a madwoman.

Willow was so anxious that tears started to form.

"She really set me up!"

"Enough!" Principal Payne harshly dismissed the crowd of onlookers.

After the students left the archive room, Principal Payne coldly looked at Willow and warned, "Willow Grant, this punishment is your warning. If this happens again, I’ll call your parents to take you away!"

Willow bit her lip hard, her eyes blazing with anger, almost turning red, looking particularly frightening.

She harbored a thousand resentments in her heart, but she dared not curse at Summer in front of the principal anymore.

If she truly got expelled by Principal Payne, as the premier lady of Rivain, she would become the biggest laughingstock when she returned.

With that thought, Willow had to suppress the urge to strangle Summer and turned to leave with large strides.

Summer watched Willow’s retreating back, her gaze dark and unreadable.

She indeed had deliberately set up Willow, but a fly won’t bite a seamless egg; if Willow hadn’t intended to get her reprimanded by the principal, her trap wouldn’t have worked.

Hopefully, after this incident, Willow will learn her lesson.

She didn’t want to waste energy dealing with someone like Willow anymore.

"Summer Monroe." Principal Payne’s voice brought Summer back to reality just in time.