The Real Daughter Came Back to Chill and Kill 15

Nadia couldn’t imagine how she would manage at school or explain things to her family without Lily’s support. Lily gave a dismissive snort and said, “Joanna, let’s head to the classroom.” The group in the dormitory grabbed their books and ran after them, leaving only Nadia standing there awkwardly. “Scarlett, Scarlett!” she called out. “It’s all your fault! This is all on you!” Her eyes burned with anger as she glared at Scarlett’s bed. While she didn’t dare to touch it, she was already plotting other ways to get back at her. Scarlett headed directly to Class F’s classroom. At this hour, only a handful of students were present while most were still relaxing in their dorms. She walked to an empty seat in the last row, sat down and started reading her textbook. Thanks to her remarkable memory, she could recall information almost instantly, allowing her to learn rapidly. Two passes through the textbook were all it took for Scarlett to master it, reciting it perfectly in either direction. Now, a quick glance left her unimpressed; the contents were already largely committed to memory. Just as she was about to pick up a different book, someone abruptly sat down next to her, even going so far as to drape an arm across her desk. “Scarlett, is it true you got expelled from Class A and ended up with us underachievers?” someone in the front row asked, pretending a book was a microphone aimed at Scarlett. “Let’s have a chat. You bypassed the standard classes and landed right here with us. So, Scarlett, what’s going through your mind right now?” Scarlett was speechless. Percy joined in, mimicking a microphone with a rolled-up paper, directing it toward Scarlett. “Let me ask too. Now that you’ve lost the Quinn family’s support and were ousted from Class A, Scarlett, how are you feeling at this moment?” Scarlett lifted her gaze to meet Percy’s. Her face was adorned with a smile, yet her tone was icy. “I feel the urge to crush you.” Percy seemed to have a realization, his expression shifting. “Are you angry because you’re embarrassed? You were quite bold, even daring to provoke your supporter. Do you regret it now?” Scarlett couldn’t be bothered to explain further. She shot him a frosty look. “Is this your seat?” “No.” “Class is about to begin. So why don’t you get back to your seat?” “Hey, I’m not leaving. I’m going to sit next to you. What are you going to do about it, bite me?” Just then, the rightful owner of the seat showed up, and Percy promptly switched places with them. Both of them had a ton of books. They were apparently too lazy to lug them back and forth between the dorm and the classroom, so they just left everything in the classroom. Remembering her promise to Xavier, Scarlett pulled out two test papers from the pile of books. When she looked at them, she was nearly stunned. One Engria test paper was covered in game characters sketched with a gel pen. The teacher had somehow found blank spaces to mark with bright red crosses. For such straightforward grammar questions, Percy had managed to get every answer wrong. She frowned, wondering if he had done it on purpose. “Give it back! Who gave you permission to look at it? Go focus on the big red crosses on your own test paper!” Percy grabbed the test paper back and shoved it into the drawer as if it were trash. Scarlett smirked and said, “The drawings on it are pretty nice. You’ve got some artistic skill.” “Hmph, naturally!” he replied with a smug grin, lifting his chin proudly. Then he added, “Don’t think that just because you praise me a few times, I’ll let you tutor me. We’re about the same level, so mind your own business.” Scarlett burst into laughter. “Intentionally picking the wrong answers to tank your score and doodling all over the test sheet isn’t rebellion. You’re trying to catch someone’s eye, aren’t you? Maybe your parents or that Mr. Xavier Stroud?”