Fiona Vaughn felt disdainful, ha, at this moment, suddenly showing respect for the elderly and love for the young?
Fiona Vaughn silently curled her lips, then became more attentive in continuing her introduction to Mr. Adams.
"Mr. Adams, look at this plum blossom, a special variety cultivated by Stellerton University; pink with a hint of white and a touch of purple. See how elegant and unusual this bud is, if given the chance..."
Fiona Vaughn hadn't finished speaking when Mr. Adams poured cold water on her head.
"What's so special about that, just a mixed-colored plum blossom. If you come to our school, you'll see five-colored roses in the lab, now that's truly stunning."
Mr. Adams sneered; because the earlier Stellerton students appeared as if they wanted to spit at him, Mr. Adams was irritated, carrying over his arrogance towards Fiona Vaughn.
