Three lines of text slowly appear, then slowly disappear.
Next is a room with an extrely luxurious environnt, an expensive leather sofa placed in the middle.
Sitting on it are n and won dressed elegantly, clearly wealthy at a glance.
Each face is pixelated, and even their voices are modified into electronic audio.
"President Dawson, this is Student Shaw who scored sss earlier, but she thinks she’s above everyone else. When she heard about the two million mbership fee, it’s as if we offended her uncorruptible noble soul, she tore up the application form directly."
"I know you feel the rules are unfair to you; Z Country is controlled by the consortiums, their descendants will continue to wield power, and so ordinary people, no matter how hard they try, can only be sacrifices to the rules."
"Yes, my ancestors spent their entire lives to stand in this position. If I have to coexist with ordinary people in the Elite Society, wouldn’t that waste their efforts?"
"Indeed, what kind of education did I receive since childhood, what kind did you receive, and you think you’re worthy to work with ?"
Every word pierces deeply.
The students in the auditorium are not all standing at the top of the pyramid; these words may make them uncomfortable.
Ronan Yates’ expression also turns ugly.
After a long ti, he chuckles and speaks: "Seraphina, don’t think I’m boasting, I think I’ve understood your painting."
With the accompanint of images and audio, this painting is not hard to grasp.
This Tower is not just a painting, nor is it rely art, but represents everyone in Z Country.
Each of them either lives clearly, or lives in confusion, either strives, or falls.
Among them are those who, no matter how hard they try, cannot reach the place they want to go, and there are those who can stand on the high tower effortlessly.
Selena Quinn sits in the front row, looking pale, constantly coughing.
This Seraphina Redgrave, it turns out, attended The Sterling Family’s mansion banquet for this reason.
She fild The Sterling’s banquet and then released it at this occasion.
After the video finishes playing, Serena Lowell’s face turns ghastly pale; she has no idea how to cope.
The principal, seeing the students in chaos, imdiately calls Seraphina Redgrave on stage.
Serena glares fiercely at Seraphina: "You bitch! You dare to plot against ! You bitch!"
Her voice trembles uncontrollably.
"Didn’t I already tell you this morning? But you insisted on taking sothing that doesn’t belong to you."
Seraphina looks down at Serena, smiling cruelly.
She had already made it clear when she poured makeup remover this morning, but unfortunately...
Serena, excited, stands up wanting to tussle with Seraphina, but she is coldly brushed aside by Seraphina, who pushes her to the ground.
"Student Shaw, what are you planning to do?"
Before the principal can speak, Teacher Young has already intervened: "You bring a video here; do you so desperately want to make a na for yourself at school?"
"Teacher Young overthinks."
Seraphina stands in place, her voice icy: "I just trust in my own abilities, believe my painting is one teachers will like and will certainly ask about the inspiration behind it, so I specially made a video. I’m sure my classmates can understand it, so does Teacher Young not understand?"
Teacher Young is so angry his hair nearly frizzes.
"Teacher Young is from The Law School; it’s normal he doesn’t understand, but the principal certainly has artistic appreciation, why not let the principal have a look."
Seraphina turns to the principal.
The principal stands there, originally wanting to say sothing, but upon hearing Seraphina say this, the intended accusations are swallowed back.
In the next mont, the principal laughs, a hypocritical smile: "Student Shaw, I can see your painting is not bad, but I don’t understand your action of casting the video on the big screen. Since you already know soone stole your painting and know who it was, why not directly tell the teacher?"
Moreover, doing this when they’re unprepared.
"Principal, because I’m really afraid."
Seraphina speaks coldly, the words in no way matching her indifferent expression.
"Afraid? What are you afraid of?"
The principal is dumbfounded.
"I scored sss in The Law School, but the Elite Society won’t let in. There are people specifically threatening , saying that if I dare reveal the hidden conditions for entering the Elite Society, they’d kill . I’ve also inford the teacher, but the teacher said he couldn’t manage it."
Seraphina stands in place, speaking expressionlessly: "No one can manage matters concerning life, now it’s rely a painting being stolen. How do I dare trouble the teacher again? So I can only announce it to the world. This way, perhaps I can survive; Principal, do you think I’m wrong in what I’ve done?"
The principal has no way to counter.
Teachers are left dumbfounded.
All the good and bad are spoken by Seraphina herself, leaving them no room to intervene.
Selena and the rest of the Elite Society look worse.
Previously all the civilians who scored into the Elite Society were threatened to not speak of such rules, outwardly claiming to have no interest in the Elite Society.
Now it’s just as well; Seraphina has revealed everything.
Isn’t this openly telling everyone that the Elite Society isn’t a gathering place for academic achievers but a hub for the rich second generation?
The students look at Seraphina, their faces full of shock.
Ronan Yates suddenly stands up: "I knew it! Seraphina was originally about to get in; how did she suddenly change her mind? Turns out these bastards wouldn’t let her in."
"Disgusting, using us to clear the way for the rich kids!"
"This is beyond my control, but if you directly pay, it’s fine. Is this approach playing us instead?"
"The school must know, right? It’s already an established rule, right?"
The voices below grow increasingly chaotic.
Selena doesn’t want to listen any longer, she stands up to leave.
Caleb Crawford and other Elite Society mbers follow Selena to leave.
As they exit, Caleb turns to look at Seraphina, a murderous look in his eyes.
Seraphina stands in place, speaking calmly: "Classmates, if anything happens to later, imdiately pin all suspects on the Elite Society."
Having said that, she waves at the group from the Elite Society.
Caleb is so angry he almost coughs up blood.
After the morning’s eting, for the first ti, the Elite Society seems lifeless.
In the conference room, Selena sits at the highest position; the others are seated below, each looking increasingly distressed.
"I’ll call ho, create an accident, let her die, that’s better."
A girl speaks up.
"Now’s not the ti; we have to wait until the heat dies down, otherwise if anything happens to Student Shaw now, the Elite Society will be the pri suspect."
Caleb’s face is extrely grim: "Moreover, she specially pixelated the previous video, exactly to threaten us. If we dare make a move, she dares to remove the pixelation."
"So what do we do now? Just now students are already pointing at us."
A man speaks gloomily.
Selena sits in the main position, sighs: "Ever since Councilman Redgrave’s incident, I should’ve been prepared; she’s really formidable, my lack of foresight in inviting her to The Sterling Family caused everyone to be gossiped about."
"You don’t owe us anything, she’s just too repulsive, claiming to befriend you while actually causing trouble; indeed, it’s nauseating," Caleb says.
"Have a look." Soone walks in from outside holding a flyer, "Just now Ronan and his crew handed it out on the road; Sylvia has ford The Defiance Society, it’s said to truly be the hub of academic achievers, and supposedly doesn’t consider family background."
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