A Film Queen

Chapter 9 Responding to Inquiries

Milly appeared indifferent as she glanced at the monitor nearby. “I hope you remember what you just said, don’t go back on your word.” Anna rolled her eyes. Despite her reluctance, she had to follow the principal’s orders and lead Milly into her own class. As they entered the classroom, whispers filled the once quiet room. “Who is this girl? A new student?”

“No way, the college entrance exam is only two months away, joining now is pointless. But with those thick bangs and big glasses, you can’t even see her face clearly.”

she’s probably not

she didn’t bother to introduce Milly, her tone dripping with disdain. Milly didn’t mind at all; not having to introduce herself saved her from speaking, which was perfect! She scanned the classroom and paused when she noticed a familiar figure. The boy bore a striking resemblance to her, with delicate features like a male model, and always ranked first in grades. He stood with arms crossed, looking at her arrogantly, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. This was likely the original owner’s sixth brother, Anthony. Ignoring his hostility, Milly found a quiet corner by the window to sit. As she settled in, her phone vibrated in her bag. Checking the message from her eldest brother,

right through her. But he wouldn’t acknowledge her! Milly was speechless at his outburst. It was Jordan’s message, not hers. Why was he angry at her? Deciding not to argue with a teenager, she focused on her studies. She texted Jordan for a bit, turned her phone off, stuffed it in her bag, and whipped her book out, getting ready for class. Since there was no drama happening, everyone turned away. As the bell rang, Anna sternly announced, “No phones in class from now on. We have a few days before the final exam. Last time, Class B was only five points behind. This time, no slacking off. If anyone drags our class down, they’ll be out of Class A!” It felt like she was singling out Milly. “Alright, everyone, please take out the practice papers. Today, we will discuss the final key question.” Milly remained composed, treating her words as if they were just a passing breeze. She twirled her pen in her hand and tilted her head to watch Anna write the question on the blackboard. However, she had overestimated herself. After listening for less than ten minutes, she furrowed her brow and found it difficult to continue paying attention. Why is she elaborating so much on such a simple question? The answer is obvious. Furthermore, the method she is explaining is unnecessarily verbose, when there is clearly a simpler

to listen for another five minutes, Milly couldn’t bear it any longer. She rubbed her throbbing forehead and took out a book on another subject from the book hole to self-study, so she wouldn’t fall asleep. She didn’t have to worry about math, Spanish, and comprehensive science, because when she was studying for a Ph.D., she focused on mathematics, physics, and economics, all in Spanish. It was the local language that she was lacking. She needed to work on classical

too much, and getting a score of 700 should be no problem. On the side, Anthony watched as Milly finished one book and then picked up another, like a curious baby. The books were still brand new, with not a single word written. He rolled his eyes. He really didn’t know how his brother had managed to persuade the principal to make an exception and accept a poor student, even placing her in the A class. She really couldn’t compare to Stephanie. Although she was in the last class, Class D, at least she had earned her place through her own efforts. Unlike Milly, who not only daydreamed in class but also openly refused to listen. It was a waste of his brother’s painstaking efforts. Unable to bear it any longer, Anthony took a deep breath and sternly reprimanded, “Can you pay attention in class?” Milly’s rhythm of reciting ancient poetry from the Centralian book was interrupted, and

“You … “