Ryan Carter spoke unhurriedly, his composure astonishing, as if the matter had nothing to do with him and he was merely a bystander.

Director Clark's eyes instantly widened like copper bells, staring fixedly at the young student before him. "Are you trying to teach me how to do my job? Do I need you to teach me? What a joke!"

Ryan Carter replied calmly, "It's just a suggestion."

With that, he nodded to Director Clark and walked straight out of the cafeteria.

"Stop!"

"Where are you going?"

Director Clark called out.

"The police station."

Ryan Carter answered, walking away without looking back.

No matter how you plan to handle this, I'm going to the police station to file a report.

Director Clark was momentarily stunned.

In his twenty years as a teacher, he had never encountered such a composed student. For a moment, Director Clark felt as if he wasn't facing a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy, but a seasoned, cunning veteran.

William Thompson followed along with a grin, flashing a wide smile as he passed by Director Clark.

"Wow—"

Sean Miller stared blankly as Ryan Carter's tall figure disappeared through the door, then suddenly let out a long breath from her chest. Her delicate little hand unconsciously rested on her already well-developed chest, her face full of infatuation.

In fact, it wasn't just her—at that moment, who knows how many lovestruck girls were swooning over that departing figure.

That was just too cool!

Although Director Clark was very angry, in the end he didn't chase after Ryan Carter and William Thompson to call them back, but instead followed behind them to the police station.

That student was indeed quite bold, but Director Clark had to admit that Ryan Carter was right. With things having escalated this far, the school definitely couldn't handle it; in the end, it had to go through the police station.

As soon as Ryan Carter and William Thompson left, someone immediately ran to a small restaurant outside the school.

The sign of that small restaurant read "No Drunkenness, No Return."

The owner of the restaurant, named Brian Thompson, was actually William Thompson's father. All the students in the Olympiad Class One knew this. Even though his own father ran a restaurant right outside the school gate, William Thompson insisted on eating in the school cafeteria at noon, which was truly puzzling.

But after all, that's their private business, and it's not for others to pry into.

Now that Ryan Carter and William Thompson had gotten into big trouble, the students naturally had to notify the parents right away.

Ryan Carter had no parents.

Every time there was a parent-teacher meeting, Brian Thompson would attend on his behalf.

Because they were from the same village.

According to Brian Thompson, Ryan Carter had no father or mother and had depended on his grandfather since childhood. The grandfather was old and lived in the countryside, so it was inconvenient for him to come to the school for meetings, so Brian Thompson represented him.

Whenever there was praise or a reward, he would always faithfully pass it on to Grandpa Yan.

As a top student in the Olympiad class, praise and rewards were commonplace.

But this time, the trouble was serious.

However, Brian Thompson's attitude was even more baffling. The owner of the small restaurant just listened with a grin, still tossing his big ladle as he stir-fried dishes with a "whoosh whoosh," as if he were listening to a story. When it was over, he smiled and nodded, said, "I know," and that was it—he went back to serving his customers.

The student who came to deliver the news was left dumbfounded, standing there for a long time without coming to his senses.

Is this really his biological father?

After serving his customers, Brian Thompson turned around and saw the student still there. He laughed and said, "It's fine, they're acting in self-defense."

The student thought that made sense and left happily.

Young people are simple at heart, believing that law enforcement will always act impartially.

Watching the student leave, Brian Thompson's cheerful expression darkened slightly. He turned and went into the back room, staying there for quite a while before coming out again. No one knew what he was doing inside.

The police station wasn't far from No. 1 High School; it was only about a ten-minute walk.

At noon, there weren't many people at the police station.

Ryan Carter quietly pushed open the door to the duty room and saw a police officer sitting boldly on the sofa, eating a boxed lunch.

One dish, one box of rice, one bottle of beer.

Most of the dish was gone, half the rice was eaten, and the beer bottle was already empty.

Seeing this, even Ryan Carter was taken aback.

This bold, carefree police officer, with a well-endowed chest, was a female officer.

Ryan Carter didn't see a glass on the table.

Although many people drink beer without a glass, for a female officer to drink beer straight from the bottle in the duty room at noon was still a bit beyond Ryan Carter's expectations.

Strictly speaking, according to police regulations, officers on duty are not allowed to drink alcohol.

Clearly, this rule didn't have much effect on this female officer.

The female officer glanced at Ryan Carter, then lowered her head and continued eating, casually asking, "Who are you looking for?"

Ryan Carter's demeanor was so calm that he didn't look like someone coming to file a report at all.

With just that fleeting glance, Ryan Carter could tell—she was a beauty!

Her features were well-proportioned and very attractive, with no makeup, purely natural.