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Eleanor remained calm. her gaze flicking the security camera in the corner. Thope you'll remember what you just said," she remarked with a cool smile, and don't take it back later Betty rolled her eyes so hard they could've gotten stick. Even though she was brimming with disdain, she had no c to follow Freddie's orders. Reluctantly, she led Eleanor into Clas A. As soon as they stepped into the classroom, the quiet clatter turned into a buzzing swarm of whispers.

"Who's that girl? A transfer student?" one student mused, tilting his head in curiosity,

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Another chimed in, skepticism lacing her voice, "No way. There are only two months left until the university admissions testing. Transferring in now? She's practically digging her own grave. And look at those thick bangs and those giant glasses. I can't even see her face" Someone else scoffed, "She's probably a total troll. I mean, who hides their face like that unless they're trying to cover up a serious case of ugly? Pretty girls don't go around hiding behind a wall of hair and giant lenses"

Betty's patience snapped as the classroom discipline dissolved. With a sharp rap of her knuckles on the desk. she silenced the room. "What's with all the noise? Quiet down. This is our new transfer student."

Turning to Eleanor who was standing right behind her, she added with an expression that bordered on annoyance, "Well Don't just stand there. There's a seat in the back. Go sit down."

She didn't even bother to introduce Eleanor by name, as if she were just an inconvenience to be rid of.

But Eleanor couldn't care less. In fact, the lack of an introduction suited her perfectly-it saved her the trouble of explaining anything, Scanning the room, she froze when she saw a familiar face.

Sitting near the front was a boy with a striking resemblance to her-about an 80% match to her own features. He looked like a perfectly crafted figurine, the kind of guy one would expect to see posing in a luxury magazine. His hair was styled impeccably, and his reputation as the top student in the grade was undeniable.

At that moment, he was staring at her with his arms crossed in a patronizing way, a sneer of contempt playing at his lips.

That must be Felix, she thought, recognizing the boy as her sixth brother from the original storyline.

Felix's disdain was practically radiating off him, but Eleanor paid it no mind. Without reacting to his hostile gaze, she walked to an empty seat by the window in the back corner and sat down

No sooner had she settled in than her phone buzzed in her bag. Pulling it out, she saw it was a voice message from Andrew. Without thinking, she pressed play, and then Andrew's rich, deep voice filled the classroom. "Ellie, focus on your classes. I'm heading back now, but Felix is in the same class as you. If you don't understand anything, just ask him."

The moment Felix's name was mentioned, the entire class swiveled their heads toward him in shock. They clearly hadn't expected that Felix and Eleanor were siblings.

Felix's expression darkened like a thundercloud. Before anyone could even process it, he snapped, "What are you all looking at? I only have one sister, and that's Gloria. Just because someone's last name is Vanderbilt doesn't make them one of us.

Internally. Felix was seething. So Gloria was right all along. Eleanor really is as scheming as she said. The moment she walks into the room, she's trying to pass herself off as my sister and the real Vanderbilt heiress. She's got her plans all laid out, and she's counting on them to work. Not on my watch. I won't give her the satisfaction of recognition

Eleanor stared at him, bewildered by his cluidash outburst. She hadn't even meant for the voice message to play out loud. 'It's Andrew's message, not mine. So why is Felix acting like I orchestrated the whole thing? Why's he so mad at mel 1/3

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Without offering any rebuttal or explanation, she simply replied to Andrew with a few words, powered off her phone, and tucked it back into her bag. Then she pulled out her textbooks and was prepared for class. Seeing that the drama had ended, the rest of the class lost interest and turned back to their own business. Just then, the bellContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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Betty's voice cut through the air like a whip. "From now on, no phones in the classroom. We've got a mock exam coming up in a few days, and last time, Class B was only five points behind us. Five points, people."

This time, no one is slacking off. If I catch anyone dragging our class average down, I won't hesitate to kick them out of Class A Her eyes swept across the room and landed squarely on Eleanor.

The implication was so clear that she might as well have pointed directly at Eleanor.

"Alright, everyone, take out your mock exam papers. Today we'll be tackling the final question, Betty announced, her voice carrying the tone of someone who expected complete obedience.

Eleanor, however, remained utterly unbothered. She twirled her pen absentmindedly, barely listening as Betty launched into a long-winded explanation, filling the blackboard with equations.

It didn't take long for Eleanor to realize she had overestimated her patience. Within ten minutes, her brow furrowed, and she found herself struggling to focus. Seriously?' she scoffed inwardly, her attention drifting. 'How can anyone stretch this out for so long? It's such a no-brainer.

To her. the question was glaringly simple. Betty's method was the most convoluted one possible. Eleanor knew there were far quicker, cleaner ways to reach the answer. After forcing herself to endure another agonizing five minutes, she gave up. Rubbing her temples in frustration, she reached into her desk for a different textbook, something more engaging, anything to avoid falling asleep in class.

Physics, math, and Spanish were no worries for her. She'd already mastered them while pursuing her doctorate at Eastwood University, where she majored in math, physics, and economics On top of that, her Spanish was at a native level, as natural to her as breathing. It was English Language Arts that posed a bit of a challenge. The technical side of it was something she had to study more. Thankfully, her time working on period dramas had exposed her to a lot of classic literature, so she wasn't a complete stranger to the subject. Now, knowing where she stood academically, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. 'Give me a few days to brush up on English Language Arts, and seven hundred points should be no problem.

Felix, sitting beside her, couldn't take it anymore. He glanced over at Eleanor, watching her flip through one book after another, her fingers grazing the pages of crisp, untouched textbooks. Not a single word had been written in them, and Felix had to fight the urge to roll his eyes all the way back into his head.

"What is she doing?' he wondered, annoyed. How on earth did Andrew manage to make Mr. Evans get this slacker into Class A Gloria is way better than her. Even though she's stuck in Class D, she earned her place on merit. But Eleanor? Not only does she blatantly slack off in class, she doesn't even have the decency to pretend to care

Felix clenched his fists, feeling like Andrew's efforts were being completely wasted on her. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he sucked in a breath and hissed. "Can you at least try to pay attention?"

Eleanor, mid-flip through an English Language Arts textbook, didn't even glance at him. "Can you at least try to stop talking during class?" she replied with a frown, her tone cool but firm. "You... Felix's jaw dropped. No one had ever talked back to him like that before. His face flushed with a mix of shock and indignation. Well, that's what I get for trying to help, he though diterly Chapter 91

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At that moment, Betty's voice rang out from the front of the rooms, sharp as a whip. "Eleanor. Since you have so much to say during my class, why don't you stand up and solve this problemi

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Eleanor. She'd been watching the girl for a while now, noticing how little attention she was paying. If Eleanor had just kept her head down, she might've let it slide, but the fact that she'd gone so far as to distract Felix-her best student -was the last straw.

Felix, still stewing from Eleanor's retort, felt a strange sense of satisfaction when Betty called her out. 'Serves her right, he thought smugly, turning his face away with a sneer. "Don't think I'll help you, he muttered under his breath, still feeling the sting of her words. Unfared. Eleanor stood up, glanced at the blackboard for a brief moment, and then, in a calm, clear voice, said, "The answer is one over the square root of two"

The entire room fell into an eerie silence. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Betty'