Chapter 45 Anonymous Post About Amelia
At that moment, behind a brick-red column near the bulletin board, a lean figure in a white shirt, Leroy, stood behind Amelia.
Leroy hesitated for a moment before speaking up for the first time, "They're saying awful things about you. Aren't you gonna say something?"
Amelia withdrew her gaze and let out a faint, dismissive hum. "Explain to them? They're not worth it."
To Amelia, standing in the bustling hallway and explaining whether she earned her 700 points through hard work or cheating was beneath her. It was a complete waste of her time.
Besides, people only believe what they want to believe.
Moreover, some people's rigid thinking has confined their understanding to a very narrow scope.
From the countryside = Didn’t receive a good education = Must have poor grades = Impossible to score 700.
Illegitimate child = Mother was a mistress or third party = Scheming and lowly = Can’t raise a good daughter.
Same score as someone else = Copied answers = Cheated to get a high score.
Ordinary students can't get into Class A = Poor kids can't get into Class A.
It's truly sad.
These aristocrats are born with wealth that the poor might never achieve in their lifetime, so they always act superior.
However, family wealth does not directly correlate with moral integrity, empathy, or inherent kindness. In fact, some wealthy kids tend to be more selfish and mean-spirited.
Just then, the school bell rang.
The students gathered around the bulletin board began to return to their classrooms.
Donny Dickson, the Class A homeroom teacher, walked over and saw Amelia and Leroy standing in the hallway. He greeted them warmly, "Hey, you two waiting for me?"
Donny's attitude was friendly and welcoming. "Perfect timing. I'll take you to the classroom and introduce you to everyone."
Donny was a special hire at Prestige High School, only twenty-eight years old. He had just graduated with a PhD from Aurora College a year ago and was already the homeroom teacher for Class A. He was young and promising.
Because of his high standards and broad perspective, he didn't judge others easily.
When he learned that two top students were transferring into his Class A and had scored the same, he was surprised.
But his first reaction wasn't to think that one had copied the other or cheated. Instead, he was impressed that Amelia and Leroy had worked hard enough to get into Prestige High School from the countryside.
Especially when he found out that Amelia and Leroy had scored 700 points with perfect scores in all but one subject, he was even more astonished.
He knew how difficult it was for rural students to reach that level compared to Class A students who had access to high-quality resources from a young age.
When Donny led Amelia and Leroy into the classroom, the previously buzzing room fell silent.
All eyes were immediately drawn to Amelia.
She was stunning.
These aristocrats had another stereotype, just like Quentin before: they thought rural girls had rough skin and were unattractive.
But standing before them was Amelia, who was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her blonde hair was casually tied in a ponytail, her skin was delicate, and her features were exquisite and vibrant.
She wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, yet somehow made the outfit look elegant.
The sunlight streaming through the window cast a golden halo around Amelia, making the scene both dreamy and clear.
Many in the class were mesmerized.
Amelia was actually this gorgeous?
Her looks and demeanor were on par with, if not superior to, the so-called noblewomen in the class.
Even Quentin, who had been captivated by Amelia in a deep-sea mermaid gown the first time he saw her, found himself momentarily dazed by her presence at the front of the classroom.
If Vaughn hadn't already set him up with Rachel, he might have considered giving Amelia a chance just based on her looks, even if it was only for a fling.
Rachel, sitting in her seat, took a deep breath and clutched her face mask tightly.
Why, why was she the one with the red spots on her face and not Amelia?
If Amelia walked in with a face full of red spots, no one would be staring at her like this; they'd be too busy mocking her.
But no.
Rachel didn't even dare to take off her mask now, and all the attention was on Amelia.
Amelia stood at the front of the classroom, her eyes calmly scanning the room. She glanced at Rachel briefly before looking away.
"Everyone should have seen the bulletin board by now," Donny said from the podium. "This semester, we have two new students joining our class. This is Amelia, and this is Leroy. I hope you all get along well."
He then pointed to the seats at the back of the classroom by the window. "You two can sit there. Is that okay?"
Amelia replied, "That's fine."
Leroy, true to his quiet nature, just nodded.
After Donny left, a teacher quickly came in to start the lesson. But hardly anyone was paying attention; most of the students were secretly playing on their phones under their desks.
The school forum was buzzing, with new anonymous posts about Amelia popping up constantly.
[I don't believe someone from a rural high school with average grades could score 700 points. She must have cheated. Has anyone reported this to Principal Adams?]
[If she didn't buy the answers in advance, she must have copied Leroy's answers. How else could they have the exact same score?]
[Didn't Rachel say she helped Amelia with tutoring and gave her key points to study? Maybe Rachel’s tips were just that accurate.]
[Yeah, Rachel is so smart and always scores well. It's possible she guessed the questions correctly. She’s a genius, after all.]
[Rachel is so kind, helping out an illegitimate child like Amelia. I wouldn't have bothered.]
[Amelia, being an illegitimate child, deserves nothing but disdain. If my dad had an affair and had a child, even if she came into my house, I’d make her life miserable.]
[But you have to admit, this new girl Amelia is pretty. She’s my type.]
[Then go after her. She’s from the countryside and probably hasn't seen much. Take her shopping, buy her some clothes and jewelry, and she might just fall for you.]
[Isn't her mom supposed to be a kept woman? Her daughter is probably a slut too. She might come onto you if she sees you have money.]
[Exactly. She might look innocent, but she could be wild in bed.]
Reading this, Leroy clenched his phone tightly.
He glanced at Amelia, who was already asleep on her desk, oblivious to the disgusting comments on the forum.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled a mini-computer from his pocket.