Chapter 3

The next day, a curious crowd of students surrounded the seniors in Class 1 at Greenmeadow International School.

“Is that the new transfer student?“–

“I heard she’s the Delaney kid who went missing for eighteen years, and they finally found her in some rural orphanage.

“A country bumpkin, huh? Can she even understand our foreign language teacher’s lectures?”

“Can she keep up with our dance classes or the piano lessons? Has she ever even touched a piano?”

In the midst of the scoffs, a differing voice piped up, “But, she’s pretty hot.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the back of the classroom, where Cordelia was reading a book.

She sat there quietly, her pale fingers holding a set of practice exams, her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, revealing a perfect forehead. In her black and white uniform, she exuded an air of scholarly poise, her expressionless face focused on the test papers, and her beautiful eyes veiled in a mist.

A few boys nearby couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Most students at Greenmeadow International School came from wealthy families, used to seeing all kinds of starlets and beauties, but a beauty like Cordelia was rare.

Seeing the boys attracted, a girl’s voice pierced the air sharply, “Juliana, why is your cousin ignoring everyone? Is she that stuck–up?”

Juliana glanced at the handsome boy beside her, her eyes flickering. “Don’t say that. My cousin’s just a bit slow on the uptake. She’s new and might need everyone’s help with her studies.”

“Slow on the uptake? So, she’s a ditz, huh?“:

“No wonder she looks so dull and dim!”

The class president complained, “If she’s a ditz, she shouldn’t be in our class. There’s a baseline test today, and what if she drags down our class average?”

Class 1 was the elite class of the school, where each student carried a sense of pride.

“Why is she even in our class?”

Someone suddenly remarked, “Could it be for Hanley Foster?”

looked at the school

in their circles that the Delaney and Foster families had an arranged engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But since the Delaney family’s eldest

Juliana.

back, could it be she wanted to reclaim Hanley?

you get hitched

barely veiled. “How

up. “So, you’re going to call

“Bang!”

in, slamming the test papers onto the desk and disrupting the chatter. The man in his forties frowned deeply. “Look how

on cleaning duty for a week! Now clean up your desks. Class

rustled into action.

divided the papers into stacks and passed

front of Cordelia passed her the

up as if she hadn’t heard the previous discussion, calmly took the papers, and

the exam, Hanley glanced

at the questions, writing an answer every ten seconds with a rhythm to it. In less

up and handed in her test.

filled with disdain. Was she scribbling

In the world of the wealthy, that move was

useless people the

Latham, proctoring from the podium, also felt a headache

high school and was a bit off in the head, had been placed in his class, untouchable

just half

to grade it. Looking down, he found the paper clean and neat, with direct answers written for the multiple–choice and fill–in–the–blank questions. He wondered how many Cordelia had guessed correctly.

first question, choice

second was B, also correct.

question and the fourth… Mr. Latham’s eyes

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

photographic memory since childhood, she was obsessed with learning various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too. She was somewhat slow to process

after completing the overly simple test, she

building, she was hit by a wave of heat, regretting her

paper.

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