Chapter 19 Counterattack

Georgia's eyes darkened slightly, realizing that the youth before him was more troublesome than he had imagined: "Regarding this matter, you can appeal to the superintendent."

"No, if the school doesn't give me an explanation for this, I'm unlikely to go to the superintendent. You probably don't know that, because of my father, I know Councilor Canord of the Citizens' Party. I think he would be very happy to see such a letter of help or a report from a student of Lynden School. Especially from an orphan who has lost both parents, an honors student."

Li Mochen's gaze was like a knife, meeting Georgia's eyes: "Sir, you should understand that you can't stop me. Before you do something like this for someone, you should have looked into my identity, am I right? Principal?"

If it were an ordinary student, facing pressure from the school, they might be helpless. Appealing to higher-ups would be naive. The vice principal opposite him had plenty of ways to shut them up.

But fortunately, after all, he was Andre Lee Wiltonstein, the nineteenth heir of the Wiltonstein family.

Although the original owner of this body was not keen on this, Li Mochen himself had always been good at using all kinds of resources to achieve his goals, and he had no ill feelings toward the Wiltonstein family.

When necessary, Li Mochen did not mind using his own identity to strike back at the school.

At this moment, Georgia's brows were already furrowed into a '川' shape.

Canord Breira—not only a city councilor belonging to the Citizens' Party, but also the deputy speaker of the Atlanta City Council, and concurrently the party whip of the Atlanta Citizens' Party branch.

If there was anyone in Atlanta who could shake the school superintendent and him, Georgia, and who held the Wiltonstein family in contempt, then Councilor Canord was certainly one of them.

However, in the information he had obtained beforehand, this Andre Lee Wiltonstein had been well-behaved since childhood, never doing anything out of line. Excellent grades, never skipping class, and outstanding in magical energy cultivation—he was a model student in the eyes of all teachers.

But this little creature, who should have been as docile as a lamb, now seemed likely to knock out his front teeth.

Canord Breira—where the hell did he hear that? Did he really know him?

At this point, he vaguely recalled that before transferring, this Andre did indeed live in the same neighborhood as that city councilor.

"How shocking. I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

Georgia leaned back slightly, for the first time looking squarely at his opponent, rather than the previous condescending posture: "If Andre insists on getting back your application form, then I'll have someone look for it. But it will take time. If there's a result, I'll notify you."

He realized that since this kid hadn't chosen to appeal directly, it meant the matter could still be negotiated.

But he had to make this kid understand that he wasn't without ways to resolve or even counterattack.

"I understand what you mean. The time to find the application form could be two months, or three months, right? Even half a year is possible."

Li Mochen, on the other hand, smiled instead: "But sir, as far as I know, our principal is about to retire. Are you sure you want to do this? Ah, by the way, Vice Principal Ray Allen—he should be your competitor, right? Or maybe I could ask him for help? Are you sure that our Miss Louise is truly powerless after learning about this?"

So even if he ultimately couldn't get a result from the appeal, it would be enough to severely damage the career of the man opposite him.

At this point, even William, who had been looking bewildered from start to finish, realized that the situation was tilting in Li Mochen's favor. He couldn't help but cast an admiring look at the latter—defeating a vice principal in negotiations, his friend was so cool!

Georgia also drew in a cold breath, barely managing to keep the smile on his face. He thought, what the hell, where did this guy hear that news?

He even couldn't help but have the illusion that the youth before him was not a green student, but a business elite who had everything under control and was sure of victory.

"I think you two may have misunderstood. This is not about depriving you of your scholarships, but merely delaying the disbursement for three months to complete your personal information. How about this, I'll make an exception this once. During this period, your tuition and fees will still be fully waived, and cultivation potions will be issued as usual. Once my review is complete, the school will retroactively pay you the living allowance for the first three months. Understand?"

William's mind relaxed slightly, and a look of joy appeared on his face. As long as the school didn't reject his scholarship application, he was satisfied. Just a three-month delay, for him.

But excited as he was, he wisely kept silent and didn't speak rashly.

William could see that his friend was far superior to him in rhetoric and negotiation.

Li Mochen chuckled: "Then can I interpret the loss of our documents as negligence or fault on the part of the school?"

Georgia's expression was conflicted, but in the end, he said helplessly: "You can think of it that way."

He knew that once he admitted this, it would mean the beginning of losing ground.

As expected, Li Mochen did not let it go: "I also need a pass to the school's internal library, and two sports scholarships—"

"You're pushing your luck!"

Georgia could no longer restrain himself and suddenly stood up from his chair. He pressed his hands on the desk, looking down at Li Mochen like a lion.

"This is absolutely impossible! Do you know what that means? Damn it, Andre, you already have a full scholarship! And William is a public-funded student."

"But that was supposed to be ours."

Li Mochen showed no fear: "Sir, we have already made concessions. The living allowance can be delayed for three months, but in exchange, shouldn't you give us some compensation?"

The full scholarship at Lynden School was only available to private self-funded students. It covered all tuition, books, room and board, plus an additional five hundred gold shields per month as living expenses.

For public-funded students like William from the school district, besides full tuition exemption, the monthly living allowance was much less, less than three hundred gold shields. In terms of cultivation potions, it was also less than half of Li Mochen's.

After all, the purpose of Lynden School's full scholarship was mainly to attract outstanding students to enroll, improving the school's standards and graduation rates. So public-funded and self-funded students could not be treated equally.

But whether it was five hundred or three hundred, it was far below the legal upper limit in America. Adding one sports scholarship would be enough, about twelve hundred gold shields per month—that was the maximum for middle school students. Of course, the sports scholarship also came with an additional cultivation potion.

This was indeed quite irregular, but secondary schools and colleges across the American Federation often played tricks with scholarships to attract the top genius students and athletes.

So the conditions he proposed were not excessive.

Georgia's face was dark and uncertain: "But you should understand that sports scholarship quotas are limited; that's the coaches' prerogative."

"But that's your problem, isn't it?"

A smile devoid of warmth appeared on Li Mochen's lips: "Mr. Georgia, I know that for you, this is just a small effort. So don't say anything about it being difficult; it's meaningless and a waste of time."