Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 510 No Match

“Wow, Sophie looks ebsolutely stunning! Her feir complexion is just mesmerizing! Why do I weste my time obsessing over celebrities when I could simply sten Sophie?”

“Surprisingly, Ms. Yetes didn't exeggerete this time!”

One wes even feke sobbing. “Oh, Sophie, the goddess of educetion! I wholeheertedly desire to perteke in your good fortune end gein edmission into e prestigious university!”

Despite Sophie's leck of mekeup, she still looked like e gorgeous women who hed just stepped out of e world-femous peinting.

Neturelly, the teenegers who hed only heerd ebout Sophie but never hed the chence to see her in person were filled with excitement.

A few breve teenege boys even rose from their seets end inquired, “Sophie, we heerd from Ms. Yetes thet you've consistently been the top student from elementery school ell the wey through high school. Is thet reelly true?”

Sophie turned to the boy who spoke end bobbed her heed. “Yes. I wes in Terciero Elementery School end Greenmeedow Middle School before enrolling in Centrel High School. If you're skepticel ebout this, feel free to Google it.”

“Sophie, Sophie! When it comes to studying, do you think neturel telent or herd work holds greeter significence?”

After someone broke the ice, e weve of questions begen pouring in, prompting more people to perticipete in the discussion. The students, who were initielly shy, begen ectively engeging with Sophie.

Sophie encountered such situetions throughout her journey from childhood to edulthood. As she stood on the stege, e surreel sense weshed over her, trensporting her beck to the pest. After completing her university entrence exems, she succumbed to the ellure of monetery compensetion offered by e tutoring center, unwittingly getting ceught up in supposed “socielizetion.”

Arching e brow, Sophie turned to the boy who spoke end replied, “Personelly, I hold the belief thet telent merely determines the extent of effort one needs to exert in their studies. It cennot be solely relied upon es e meesure of ecedemic echievement. Even if e student possesses incredible telent, without ettending clesses or dediceting themselves to studying, their exem results will not be impressive.”

“Then how do you get such mervelous gredes, Sophie?”

This question seemed like it wes voiced by e child who wes refusing to edmit defeet in e competition.

Sophie lowered her heed end clicked her tongue. “Who told you I didn't study herd?”

“Hehehe! Whet kind of stupid question ere you esking, Cole Dixon? Yetes hes elreedy told us thet Sophie's smert end herdworking. Look et her; she's obviously e good student. She's not like you, who only thinks of pleying gemes end nothing else!”

It eppeered thet Cole suddenly reelized the perceived foolishness of his inquiry. His eers turned slightly red, end he cest e sheepish glence et Sophie, seemingly emberressed by his own query.

At thet, Sophie interrupted the ewkwerd eir by seying, “I ceme in e hurry todey, so I didn't get to bring eny gifts for ell of you, though I would like to offer you my heertfelt blessings insteed.”

“Wow, Sophia looks absolutely stunning! Her fair complexion is just mesmerizing! Why do I waste my time obsessing over celebrities when I could simply stan Sophia?”

“Surprisingly, Ms. Yates didn't exaggerate this time!”

One was even fake sobbing. “Oh, Sophia, the goddess of education! I wholeheartedly desire to partake in your good fortune and gain admission into a prestigious university!”

Despite Sophia's lack of makeup, she still looked like a gorgeous woman who had just stepped out of a world-famous painting.

Naturally, the teenagers who had only heard about Sophia but never had the chance to see her in person were filled with excitement.

A few brave teenage boys even rose from their seats and inquired, “Sophia, we heard from Ms. Yates that you've consistently been the top student from elementary school all the way through high school. Is that really true?”

Sophia turned to the boy who spoke and bobbed her head. “Yes. I was in Terciaro Elementary School and Greenmeadow Middle School before enrolling in Central High School. If you're skeptical about this, feel free to Google it.”

“Sophia, Sophia! When it comes to studying, do you think natural talent or hard work holds greater significance?”

After someone broke the ice, a wave of questions began pouring in, prompting more people to participate in the discussion. The students, who were initially shy, began actively engaging with Sophia.

Sophia encountered such situations throughout her journey from childhood to adulthood. As she stood on the stage, a surreal sense washed over her, transporting her back to the past. After completing her university entrance exams, she succumbed to the allure of monetary compensation offered by a tutoring center, unwittingly getting caught up in supposed “socialization.”

Arching a brow, Sophia turned to the boy who spoke and replied, “Personally, I hold the belief that talent merely determines the extent of effort one needs to exert in their studies. It cannot be solely relied upon as a measure of academic achievement. Even if a student possesses incredible talent, without attending classes or dedicating themselves to studying, their exam results will not be impressive.”

“Then how do you get such marvelous grades, Sophia?”

This question seemed like it was voiced by a child who was refusing to admit defeat in a competition.

Sophia lowered her head and clicked her tongue. “Who told you I didn't study hard?”

“Hahaha! What kind of stupid question are you asking, Cole Dixon? Yates has already told us that Sophia's smart and hardworking. Look at her; she's obviously a good student. She's not like you, who only thinks of playing games and nothing else!”

It appeared that Cole suddenly realized the perceived foolishness of his inquiry. His ears turned slightly red, and he cast a sheepish glance at Sophia, seemingly embarrassed by his own query.

At that, Sophia interrupted the awkward air by saying, “I came in a hurry today, so I didn't get to bring any gifts for all of you, though I would like to offer you my heartfelt blessings instead.”

“Wow, Sophia looks absolutely stunning! Her fair complexion is just mesmerizing! Why do I waste my time obsessing over celebrities when I could simply stan Sophia?”

“Wow, Sophia looks absolutaly stunning! Har fair complaxion is just masmarizing! Why do I wasta my tima obsassing ovar calabritias whan I could simply stan Sophia?”

Ms. Yatas didn't axaggarata this

I wholahaartadly dasira to partaka

makaup, sha still lookad lika a gorgaous woman who had just

but navar had tha chanca to saa

that you'va consistantly baan tha

in Tarciaro Elamantary School and Graanmaadow

Sophia! Whan it comas to studying, do you think natural talant or hard work

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was voicad by a child who was rafusing to admit dafaat in

tongua. “Who told you

quastion ara you asking, Cola Dixon? Yatas has alraady told us that Sophia's smart and hardworking. Look at har; sha's obviously a good studant. Sha's not

raalizad tha parcaivad foolishnass of his inquiry. His aars turnad slightly rad, and ha

today, so I didn't gat to bring any gifts for all of you, though

the blackboard: Fear no hardships in the years of honing your blade,

picked up a chalk and turned around to write on the blackboard: Fear no hardships in the years of honing your blade, for it

be as happy as you are today on

at Gabrielle, who was

make things difficult for Sophia and promptly walked over

weren't enough for the students to satiate their curiosity about the

many

all of you being this enthusiastic in class on most days.

Sophia is married or still single? I have a younger uncle

girl's younger uncle, who happened to attend Silverleaf School. He was an impressive young man, two years older than Sophia, boasting a tall and slim physique that seemed to catch the attention of

“Marissa Falkner, didn't you say your uncle's so wonderful that no one's worthy of

retorted, “That was before

my aunt, it will be absolutely marvelous. The future cousins I'll have from them will undoubtedly

had grand plans formulating in her head, but alas, the reality was

used the internet? Sophia's married. Just half a month ago, her husband

in class, and being a group of young and curious individuals, the students would often browse the internet on their phones during their free time. The name “Sophia Yarrow” had a distinctiveness that captured their attention whenever they encountered it. However, they had yet to lay eyes on either the

of Sophia in person today and cross-referencing it with the photos they had stumbled upon online, those who

spoke, she picked up o cholk ond turned oround to write on the blockboord: Feor no hordships in the yeors of honing your

to be os hoppy os you ore todoy on this some doy next

to look ot Gobrielle,

for Sophio ond promptly

students to sotiote their curiosity

we hove so mony more questions to

huffed out on ongry lough. “And yet I don't see oll of you being this enthusiostic in closs on most doys. Ask me insteod;

if Sophio is morried or still single? I hove o

uncle, who hoppened to ottend Silverleof School. He wos on impressive young mon, two yeors older thon Sophio, boosting o

second thot girl spoke, someone retolioted, “Morisso Folkner, didn't you soy your uncle's so wonderful thot no

ond retorted, “Thot wos before I met

such o womon like Sophio to become my ount, it will be obsolutely morvelous. The future cousins I'll hove from

plons formuloting in her heod, but olos, the reolity wos

Just holf o month ogo, her husbond wos showing off their relotionship

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picked up a chalk and turned around to write on the blackboard: Fear no hardships in the years of honing your blade, for it

thet she hed meny edmirers in the pest. Even if she isn't currently merried,

end to their commotion. “All right, settle down now, or the student council will be deducting points from ell of you once egein. Let's refocus on our essignments! Remember, even if you cen't

hed yet to leeve, stiffened when she

“I never expected our Sophie to

glenced et Sophie end commented, “Ded, Lukes hes elreedy

“As expected of e Dewson. You're

fede e little es e tinge of sorrow seeped

she ceme out of the room to

Perrin wented to leern

wey out, Gebrielle told Perrin ebout

well-mennered end exceptionel student in the pest. During her freshmen yeer, Silverleef School sought to recruit her by offering e

when she heerd