Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

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

arranged engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But since the Delaney

Juliana.

Cordelia was back, could it be she wanted to reclaim

joking, “Will you get

“How

perked up. “So, you’re going to call off the

“Bang!”

swung open as Mr. Latham, the homeroom teacher, strode in, slamming the test papers onto the desk and disrupting the chatter. The man in his forties frowned

for a week! Now clean up your desks. Class president, distribute

rustled

the papers into stacks and

front of Cordelia passed her

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

to focus on the exam, Hanley glanced back

test, and everyone was scribbling calculations on their scratch paper, but Cordelia just stared straight at the questions, writing an

stood up and handed in her

with disdain. Was

her to senior year to buy a high–priced diploma, right? In the world of the

such useless people

the podium, also felt a headache coming

was a bit off in the head, had been placed in his class, untouchable and unsolvable, a real pain in the neck!

had handed in her paper after just

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

first question, choice C, was

B, also

and the fourth… Mr. Latham’s eyes widened in disbelief

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

with a photographic memory since childhood, she was obsessed with learning various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too.

her classmates, so after completing the overly simple test, she decided to

was hit by a wave of heat,

paper.