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?”

that, everyone looked at the school heartthrob,

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

Juliana.

was back, could it be she wanted to reclaim

shoulder, joking, “Will you get hitched to

barely veiled. “How could I possibly fancy a

“So, you’re going to

“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

on cleaning duty for a week! Now clean up your desks. Class president, distribute the papers!”

instantly rustled into action.

and passed them back

in front of Cordelia passed

later, Cordelia looked up as if she hadn’t heard the previous discussion, calmly took

exam,

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

hour later, she stood up and handed in

disdain. Was she scribbling

diploma, right? In the world

useless people the most.

from the podium, also felt a headache coming

high school and was a bit off in the head, had

had handed in her paper after just half an hour, essentially

to grade it. Looking down, he found the paper clean and neat, with

question, choice C,

B, also correct.

Latham’s eyes widened in

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

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

completing the overly simple test, she decided

building, she was hit by a wave of heat,

paper.