Sumr Monroe straightened her back, swiftly digging her phone out from her pocket.
Could it be a ssage from Damian Knight?
Did the guy finally have ti to reply to her ssage?
Sumr was both angry and delighted.
However, when the phone was tapped open, it was a ssage from the class group showing that everyone must return to the classroom by six, and no leave or absenteeism was allowed.
The last sentence was clearly aid at troublemakers like her and Ronan Kingston.
Sumr felt an indescribable sense of loss and frustration.
She let out a long breath and put her phone back in her pocket.
She told herself not to think too much as she lifted her foot towards the teaching building.
As the sun set, leaving half the sky painted in the hues of sunset, it seed like a painter’s palette had been knocked over, spilling vibrant colors everywhere.
Sumr walked into the classroom against the light, with a sky full of sunset behind her, causing everyone inside to hold their breaths.
Students whispered, "When she walked in, it really felt like an angel descending to earth. For the first ti, I think soone is more beautiful than the sunset."
"Isn’t it too beautiful? Even though it’s not the first ti seeing her, I still find her beauty unbelievably striking."
"I agree. With those looks, why enroll in the preparatory class? She should go straight to the neighboring film academy."
"So shortsighted! The entertainnt industry is full of brainless stars now; she should deepen her studies here, polish a bit, then enter the entertainnt industry—won’t that be perfect?"
"Thinking about it, I should seize the chance to take pictures with her and get a few signed photos!"
After saying this, the classmates imdiately put it into action and sward around Sumr’s seat.
Willow Grant listened to the classmates flattering Sumr, feeling only disgust in her heart.
These people are crazy, actually treating a country bumpkin from the countryside like a goddess, while leaving a true socialite like her ignored—what a joke!
Don’t they know that she could get them enviable jobs with just one word, while Sumr’s photo isn’t even worth a dollar?
Willow couldn’t help but glance toward Rachel Ross’s seat, only to find it empty.
Since leaving the cafeteria, she hadn’t seen Rachel and wasn’t sure if Rachel was too embarrassed to show up.
With Rachel absent, she wasn’t in a position to confront Sumr directly.
Just then, Mio Osborne entered the room.
Once he walked into the classroom, he saw Sumr’s seat surrounded by people, students asking to take photos with her or requesting her autograph, turning the entire back half of the classroom into a fan scene.
Mio’s expression suddenly darkened.
Soone shouted, "The teacher’s here," causing everyone around Sumr to rapidly scatter like birds and beasts, darting back to their seats.
Mio Osborne stood at the lectern with his hands behind his back, looking sternly across the classroom, as a tense silence settled that could have heard a pin drop.
More frightening than the teacher’s rage is the silence before it.
Finally, amidst everyone’s breath-holding, Mio Osborne spoke—
"Our class, what kind of class it is, I’m sure you all know, and I don’t need to repeat it. I just didn’t expect, those originally with a poor foundation, unsuited to be in this class, even if they don’t realize it, but did others whom I personally invited to this class also stop studying?"
The students bowed their heads low, dreading Mio’s gaze.
Mio didn’t na nas, but this was no different than calling them out.
It was very obvious that the "poor foundation, unsuited to be in this class" comnt referred to Sumr Monroe.
Sumr furrowed her brows in dissatisfaction, looking up at Mio Osborne.
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