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?”

at the

a typical alliance of wealth. But since the Delaney family’s eldest daughter went missing, the agreement

Juliana.

was back, could it be

joking, “Will you get hitched

clenched his jaw, his sarcasm barely veiled. “How could I possibly fancy

going to call

“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 deeply. “Look how wild you’ve gotten after the holiday! Enough chit–chat. Let’s get something straight. Those who rank in

duty for a week! Now clean up your

instantly rustled into action.

stacks and passed them

Cordelia

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

on the exam, Hanley glanced back

and everyone was scribbling calculations on their scratch paper, but Cordelia just stared straight at the questions, writing an answer every ten seconds with a rhythm to it. In less than ten minutes, she was already on the third page.

up and handed

disdain. Was

buy a high–priced diploma, right? In the world

useless people the most.

Latham, proctoring from the podium, also felt a headache

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

handed in her paper after just half

neat, with direct answers written for the multiple–choice and fill–in–the–blank questions. He wondered how

choice C, was

B, also correct. Lucky

Latham’s eyes widened in disbelief as he

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths

malice from her classmates, so after completing the

out of the academic building, she was hit by a wave of heat, regretting her haste in handing

paper.

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