Chapter 11 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Chapter 11 Like a Little Piece of Candy After spending the night in the dormitory, Ifia woke up the next day feeling refreshed and put on her school uniform. During her previous life in a wealthy family, Ifia was also an exquisite boy. Regardless of gender, good looks always please the eyes and lighten the mood. Ifia had a beautiful international supermodel mother, and her father's genes had been overhauled for several generations, inheriting his advantages without needing plastic surgery, making him handsome. Once, he secretly ran off to eat barbecue with classmates and was discovered by talent scouts who wanted to take him to the entertainment industry. For this, the talent scouts painted many rosy pictures for him, saying he could become a star and earn a lot of money. To achieve financial freedom in life and reach the peak. Then, Ifia showed him the balance in her bank account, which shut the talent scouts down. Suddenly remembering the past, Ifia shook her head lightly, not dwelling on it and focused on the present instead. Tidying herself up in front of the mirror, she raised the corners of her mouth, revealing two sweet dimples and cute round almond-shaped eyes that looked sweet like a little piece of candy no matter how one looked at her. "Ifia, we should go." Compared to the dragging Ifia, Irene got ready very quickly. Unlike Ifia’s long waist-length black hair, Irene's hair was just shoulder-length - not too long and not too short - adding a touch of purity to her pretty face, but without any other effects. At most, it was convenient to manage, easy to comb through and go. Her flat figure only had a slight undulation at the chest, and she looked the same from the front and back. Looking at Irene's meager figure and thinking about Amelia's full figure, Ifia thought of the suffocating feeling of wearing a stuffed bra that she couldn't control. "Here." Ifia raised her hand to pat her slightly hot cheeks, quickly responded, grabbed her wallet and slipped it into her pocket, then left the dorm with Irene to report to the class. "Ifia, you might feel a bit nervous reporting to the class for the first time. Don't worry. Apart from those arrogant aristocrats, the other common students in the class are very friendly." Perhaps Irene took a liking to Ifia after her fondness for good grades she expressed yesterday. On the way to the class, she started introducing the class situation, giving Ifia a mental preparation first. Where there are people, there are conflicts. Especially between the aristocrats and commoners in Pricess Academy, there was mutual hostility. Many common students like Irene despised the aristocrats. However, unlike common students who secretly bad-mouthed aristocrats behind their backs, the aristocrats' dislike for common students was shown directly on their faces and in their daily behavior. There were many conflicting contradictions between the two sides, and Pricess Academy had even considered whether to refuse entry to commoners. However, due to the intervention of the church, this proposal was not allowed to pass. "You are a bit late. The exam is in four days. Although it's too late, if you work hard, maybe you can get a slightly better grade." Irene never doubted Ifia's academic performance after successfully entering Pricess Academy as a commoner. Little did she know that Ifia was clueless about everything now. It was precisely because of Irene's reminder that Ifia suddenly realized that she was about to have an exam! Her recent focus had been on system tasks, completely forgetting about the upcoming exam... But bad exam results wouldn't lead to expulsion, unless violating the school rules and losing points that resulted in an inability to graduate. Now, it was getting expelled for being unable to join a club! Ifia panicked for a moment, then quickly calmed herself. "We're here." The distance from the dormitory to the classroom was not far. As Irene said, Ifia looked at the classroom ahead and couldn't help but admire the wealth of Pricess Academy. The floor was paved with golden marble, the solid wood desks were carved with exquisite patterns, and even the blackboard frame on the platform was cast in gold. The sunlight passing through the floor-to-ceiling window glass made the entire classroom sparkle. Ifia, who came from the slums, almost shed tears of envy at the sight. She felt an urge to come sneakily at night and pry the blackboard off. "George, Fiona, this is my roommate, Ifia." As soon as Ifia entered the classroom, she immediately attracted everyone's attention and was surrounded by many curious gazes. Ifia maintained a smile on her face, not showing any signs of stage fright. Back then, when she accompanied her mother to international model events and made a special appearance as a guest, there were more people standing or sitting below than there were now, and the camera flashes made her eyes unable to open. She wasn't scared at all! Not to mention now in such a small scene. "Ifia, you're so beautiful! I'm Fiona, nice to meet you!" "I... I'm George. Nice to meet you too." The two people introduced by Irene greeted her with shy smiles. Ifia smiled and began introducing herself, "Hello, I'm Ifia, 16 years old." After that, Ifia naturally sat with Irene and the others and successfully integrated into the small group. However, Fiona and George, who had ordinary looks, looked like passersby and Ifia wondered if these two were part of the main character's group. Would they have a chance to appear in the subsequent plot? [System, can you spoil a bit more!] [Host, please be down-to-earth and don't take shortcuts.] Today's useless system was still unreliable! Smiling, Ifia stopped her wandering thoughts and took out the textbooks from her desk, quietly taking a glance. There was a thick stack of everything. Such as theology, history, various international languages, biology, mathematics, literature, poetry, music... She discreetly opened the theology textbook at the top. Hmm, she couldn’t understand a single word. Pricess Academy students were even more miserable than those preparing for the high school entrance exam! Ifia closed the book in pain and thought she couldn't even become a top student if she relived her life. "Irene, I didn't understand a few things about the Cairo religious civilization that Professor Smith talked about yesterday." "Mrs. Daisy's unique bel canto technique, how many times has she performed at the Imperial Opera House?" "The personal biography of the wandering poet, Bard, did you guys take note of it?" Coming out of the painful ordeal of consulting the textbook, Ifia couldn't grasp Irene and the others' discussion, feeling like she was listening to a foreign language. What was all this about? I don't understand! Since she couldn't understand, Ifia didn’t want to trouble herself. She put on a serious look, pretending to listen carefully while actually starting to daydream. She couldn't believe that a few days ago, she was fooling around in a rundown house in the slums, and now she was in a prestigious academy studying. Life really is unpredictable! Rather than dwelling in the ocean of study with Irene and the others, Ifia would rather go find Amelia and complete the task. She was going to the art club in the afternoon, going for the interview as a well-connected student. Thinking about it made her a little excited! Thinking about Amelia, Ifia couldn't help but feel overjoyed, propping her chin on one hand. There was an extremely sweet smile on her lips, and she listened to Irene and the others' "book of heaven" with a pleasant mood. Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught someone not far away staring at her. Lustful and lecherous gaze. [System gives a friendly reminder: the aristocrat who bullied Ifia in the original ending has appeared!]