Before everyone and Elizabeth could react, Viola Thompson looked at the chemistry teacher and spoke up, "Hello, teacher. I'm Viola Thompson."
After saying that, Viola shifted her gaze to the crowd and spoke fluent and authentic English, "Yes, I co from the countryside, and I've never denied that. But that can't be a reason for you all to categorize people into different classes. Nowadays, rural and urban areas have beco integrated, and the countryside is different than it was in the past. It has been modernized with electricity and internet access. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. I suggest you all travel more, see the world with your own eyes, and stop acting like ignorant monkeys who always want to jump higher."
After she finished, there was a surprising quiet in the air.
No one could have expected that not only could Viola speak English, but she could also speak it so well.
The reason Viola didn't refute earlier was simply that she was too lazy to argue with them.
It was crystal-clear now who the real fool was.
At this mont, everyone's face was a mix of expressions, like a color palette, especially those who had previously mocked Viola for being a country girl.
Of course, Elizabeth also felt uncomfortable.
In front of teachers or classmates, Elizabeth had never lost In front of teachers or classmates, Elizabeth had never lost face like this before.
Elizabeth clenched her hands into fists, her sharp nails digging deeply into her flesh.
...
After class, Elizabeth approached Viola's desk, "Sister, I didn't know you could speak English."
If Viola knew how to speak English, why did she pretend not to?
Viola must have done it on purpose.
She kindly helped Viola answer questions, but Viola deliberately set her up to make her look bad!
"Did I ever say I couldn't speak English?" Viola packed her books, looking up.
Viola had never said she couldn't speak English. It was only an assumption made by Elizabeth and the others.
Elizabeth clenched her fingers, about to say sothing, when Viola stood up from her seat with her lips parting slightly, "Make way."
Elizabeth instinctively took a step back.
Viola carried her backpack and walked towards the classroom door.
Her back was incredibly casual.
Elizabeth called out, "Sister, where are you going? It's not ti to leave school yet."
Viola didn't answer her, and her slim figure soon disappeared outside the door.
Lydia Benedicte walked over to Elizabeth's side and looked at Viola's retreating figure, frowning, "Emma, she's not planning to skip class, is she? Although the next class is Physical Education, it's disrespectful to the teacher to skip class blatantly."
Before Elizabeth could speak, Lydia continued, "Does she think she's so great just because she can speak a few sentences of English? And treating this place like her village, coming and going as she pleases?"
A sparrow will always be a sparrow, even if it flies to the treetops; it will never beco a phoenix.
Elizabeth looked at Lydia, "It's tough in the countryside. Many teachers don't have standard pronunciation. The fact that my sister can speak English like this is already very impressive! I feel like my spoken English is not as good as hers."
This is called a tactical retreat.
Elizabeth had always been seen as a talented girl in everyone's eyes. Viola had only spoken a short sentence in English. What could that prove?
Upon hearing this, Lydia imdiately said, "What are you talking about, Emma? Your spoken English is not as good as Viola's? How is that possible? Do they think we're all blind and deaf? Besides, Viola is just a country girl. Apart from having a pretty face, what else does she have? No quality, no upbringing! We don't recognize her as your sister, except for you!"
Hearing this, the other students around them nodded in agreent.
Viola really couldn't compare to Elizabeth.
...
Two hours later.
Viola, carrying her backpack, walked out of the North Bridge High School gate.
Viola had never been one to wrong herself. If Teacher Ye didn't think she was qualified to be a full-ti student, then she would find her own way.
The sun was scorching hot in June.
Viola raised her hand to shield her eyes, glanced at the sky, and noticed a Milk Tea Shop nearby as she lowered her head.
"Please give a glass of pearl milk tea." Viola walked into the Milk Tea Shop, "Three sugars, no ice."
The shopkeeper saw many people every day, including countless beautiful won, but this was the first ti they had seen soone as special as Viola. They paused for a mont before saying, "Alright, please wait a mont."
Three minutes later, Viola got an ice-free milk tea.
Just as Viola was about to take a sip, she was suddenly bumped by a girl.
There was a slight noise.
Viola reacted in ti, and nothing much happened, except for her tea spilling onto the ground.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry."
The girl apologized repeatedly.
Viola picked up the milk tea and saw that the girl's attitude was quite good, so she smiled slightly, "It's okay."
The girl wore a mask, had her hair loose, and her eyes darted, not daring to look directly at Viola. Her voice was sowhat nervous, "I-I-I'll buy you another one!"
"It's okay, it's still drinkable." Viola inserted the straw and took a sip of the milk tea.
Hearing that Viola said it was okay, the girl quickly ran outside.
As she ran to the door, the masked girl looked back at Viola.
In the evening.
As soon as Viola returned to the Thompson's Villa, she was called into the study by Reg Thompson.
"Did you skip class this afternoon?"
"Yes." Viola didn't deny it.
"Who let you skip class?" Reg Thompson looked at Viola with anger, "Don't you know how much your sister has done for you to be a transient student at the International School? She said so much in front of Teacher Ye. You don't appreciate it and even skip class because soone said sothing to you, acting like so noble lady? You should rember, everything you have now is given to you by Emma! You better go to school and apologize to Teacher Ye! Maybe she will forgive you, considering Emma's feelings!"
How long had Viola been back at the Thompson's?
First, she offended CEO Cooper, and now she's offended Teacher Ye.
They really raised this unworthy child for nothing.
He shouldn't have adopted Viola back then!
What a disgrace!
Viola glanced carelessly, "I've transferred schools."
"Transferred?" Reg Thompson was furious, "With your attitude, which school would dare accept you? I'm telling you, I won't help you with the transfer procedures!"
"Dad, don't be angry," Elizabeth ca out from outside, her tone gentle, "If Viola doesn't want to be in the International School, let her change schools. It might also change her mood."
"Sister," Elizabeth continued, "Why don't you try Senda High School? I'm very familiar with the principal there. If you ntion my na, you won't have any problems."
Senda High School was an ordinary high school.
With Viola's qualifications, being able to attend a high school would be a blessing.
"I've already found a new school." Viola said.
Found one?
What kind of insignificant school could Viola find?
Elizabeth was a bit curious, "Sister, where is your new school located?"
"North Bridge."
Viola's tone was a bit indifferent.
North Bridge?
Upon hearing this, Elizabeth almost burst out laughing.
North Bridge High School was an elite school in River City and the only high school that could rival the International School.
Unlike the International School, North Bridge High School only accepted recent graduates, with strict admission requirents. Even a single point below the cutoff would not be enough. Even she had missed it by one point in the past.
With Viola?
Could she get into North Bridge?
"Do you even know what kind of place North Bridge High School is? Do you think you can even dream of it?" Olga ca out from the study room, "Ignorant thing! How did your grandmother teach you all these years!"
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