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 school heartthrob,

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

Juliana.

back, could it be she wanted to reclaim Hanley?

shoulder, joking, “Will you get hitched to a

barely veiled. “How could I

going to

“Bang!”

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 the bottom

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

class instantly rustled into

divided the papers into stacks and passed them back

in front of Cordelia passed her

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

on the exam, Hanley glanced

the questions, writing an

hour later, she stood up and handed in

disdain. Was she scribbling nonsense? Hmph.

Delaney family sent her to senior year to buy a high–priced diploma, right? In the world of the wealthy, that move was for the no–good,

useless people the

also

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

after just half an hour, essentially giving up.

neat, with direct answers written for the

question, choice C,

also

and the fourth… Mr. Latham’s eyes widened

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too. She was somewhat slow to process emotions and social

the overly simple test, she decided to leave the

academic building, she was hit by a wave of heat,

paper.

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