"You’re worried about this and that, why not worry about how you’ll do on your college entrance exams," Nathan Foster couldn’t help but glance at her as he spoke.

"What’s there to worry about? Lately, it’s you who’s been tutoring me for the exams. With you escorting me, why should I worry about not getting into a good university?"

South Grant flattered him nonchalantly, then continued:

"Besides, if I really can’t get into college, I’ll join the military and work under you, defending the country."

Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow at her words and looked at her, saying, "You want to be like Mulan?"

"What’s wrong with Mulan? A heroine among women, what’s wrong with emulating her?"

"Well, as you said before, working under me, communication is basically shouting, travel is basically walking, and sleepless nights basically rely on your hands. What will you do if you can’t sleep, rely on your hands too?"

South Grant: "..."

Why does he have such a good memory? He remembers every word I say clearly. I’ll find a chance to retort back later.

Then South Grant thought about how the topic had been diverted by South Grant himself, she originally wanted to ask why Nathan Foster was so blatant about sharing a bed at The Foster Estate. Wasn’t there a concern at first?

"I asked you earlier, what if the servants tell grandfather that you slept in my room?"

"They won’t."

"Why not?"

"If I can’t make these people obey, how can I lead a military district?"

South Grant was a bit taken aback by Nathan Foster’s words, then thought, that’s true. There aren’t too many people at The Grant Family estate, at least not as many as Nathan Foster’s troops.

Nathan Foster can manage so many people in the military district, there’s no way he would let a few servants gossip.

Then they talked about other things, and then South Grant realized she didn’t know what was happening at school these days, so she asked Nathan Foster, "Has there been any investigation into the school fire?"

Nathan Foster had been busy in the military district these days and hadn’t taken the time to deal with other matters. He only heard Ivan Keller report on some simple conditions at the school.

"The police only found out that the fire hydrant was sabotaged, but they haven’t caught who it was. The Education Bureau is putting pressure on the school, and the principal has now been suspended to take full responsibility for this matter."

South Grant couldn’t help but frown upon hearing this.

She saw the principal, at the first moment of the fire, run from the VIP seats to the stage, rushing into the fire to save people, heedless of his own safety.

Now this fire is making the principal take the fall!

"Why can’t they catch who sabotaged the fire hydrant? Aren’t there cameras?"

"No, the cameras were destroyed in advance," Nathan Foster said.

"What about backstage? How did the fire start there? Someone must have set the fire." South Grant was utterly puzzled.

"Because many students were changing costumes backstage, the cameras were removed. There’s no monitoring of who went in backstage."

"So, does this mean the person who set the fire and caused the principal’s suspension gets to walk free?" South Grant was indignant for the principal’s sake.

She remembered how the principal patted her and Chester Lynch on the shoulder last time, praising the two of them for doing well.

If anyone dared to bully their school’s students again, after beating them up, the principal said he would go and bail them out.

This principal really suited South Grant’s taste; he not only had the authority of a principal but also shared a bond with the students.