The surrounding voices became a chaotic blur, flooding her ears and mocking her. She had studied day and night with Hallie, only to be beaten by Giselle, that idiot who was tutored by the class failure, Loyce. Not only had Giselle surpassed her by dozens of ranks, but she had even gotten into the Ace Class?!
It was a devastating blow.
Suddenly, someone else shouted. “Hey, wait a minute. Even if Giselle managed to get into the top 50, which is impressive, Cyrilla didn’t even make the top ten? Wasn’t she studying with Hallie? I heard Hallie is a Ph.D. from overseas, and her father is a famous retired military doctor… Heath, I think? A huge name in the medical world!”
“She didn’t even get into the top fifty while being tutored by a genius like that? That doesn’t make sense.”
“What’s not to make sense of? She just didn’t do well.”
Cyrilla’s heart clenched, as if being devoured by countless insects. She could barely breathe. But then, a thought struck her. She remembered her friend telling her about seeing Loyce take Giselle to have fondue with the principal and the Ace Class teachers. Getting into the Ace Class from 50th place, bypassing all the students in the top ten, right after a convenient pre-exam dinner? Was that even possible?
Cyrilla bit her lip, her once-desperate eyes sharpening with clarity. Everyone in Metropia’s high school scene knew how difficult the Ace Class advanced questions were. Every year, they were posted online for students to marvel at.
That Giselle must have used her connection to Loyce to get the answers. But it would have been one thing to just copy enough to pass; to copy her way to a perfect score on the advanced section? That was just asking to be caught.
So brainless!
Cyrilla immediately pushed through the crowd and hurried to the girls' restroom. Locked in a bathroom stall, she took out her phone and carefully composed an email. After a final check, she sent it. With that done, she took a deep breath, a vicious satisfaction settling over her.
So what if Giselle had a foolish heiress like Loyce backing her? Once this was exposed, the school would have no choice but to handle it impartially.
By the time Cyrilla returned to her seat in the classroom, her friend came over to console her. “Cyrilla, one exam doesn’t mean anything. Besides, who knows if Giselle cheated? Everyone knows what you’re capable of.”

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