Chapter 77 Poor Grades Mean Trash?
After slapping himself wasn't enough, Jesse even kowtowed several times on the ground.
Violet was really scared by Jesse's behavior.
She quickly grabbed Isabella's hand and got into a taxi.
"Is he crazy?"
What Four Great Families, what nonsense was all that?
And asking people from the Four Great Families to spare him?
Where would she even meet anyone from the Four Great Families? She was just an ordinary person.
"He's not crazy, he's just bankrupt."
Isabella calmly took out her phone, opened the news, and handed it over.
Violet looked at it and froze.
"This just proves that bad deeds come back to haunt you."
"Where's the recording studio you booked?" Isabella asked.
"Not far, it's in the film studio complex next to school. Many professional stars and singers go there to record."
Isabella touched her chin, "That must be expensive then."
"It is a bit pricey, a thousand dollars for sixty minutes."
Isabella glanced at her, "You're really willing to spend."
"Did you forget? I made some money when I was singing at the bar, five thousand dollars. Since I broke up with Charles anyway, I might as well use it to book a good recording studio. Who knows, if I really make it big, this money won't mean anything."
Violet thought happily.
Isabella gave a flat response, "Violet, you're definitely going to be famous."
The car arrived near the film studio complex in less than ten minutes.
Many Stellar High School students liked to come here hoping to run into celebrities, and they even bumped into quite a few classmates on the way.
At the entrance of the film studio complex, Abigail saw those two figures walking toward them in the distance and excitedly shouted to her companions:
"Look, it's that country girl from the Taylor Family!"
The group turned around and immediately spotted Isabella, with another girl beside her—Violet, who had been the subject of campus forum gossip recently.
Raymond Carter looked over at the sound, "You mean that girl in the white T-shirt? Even though she's dressed simply, she... doesn't look like she's from the countryside at all..."
Hearing this, Abigail glanced at Raymond and saw obvious amazement in his eyes as he stared at Isabella in the distance. Her brows furrowed.
"Raymond, don't tell me you've fallen for her?"
Hearing this, Evelyn laughed, "Raymond, that kind of woman isn't worth your attention."
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Raymond was confused. "She is really beautiful, not even worse than Sophia."
Hearing this, Abigail immediately said, "So what if she's pretty? She's a terrible person, constantly bullying and excluding Bianca, stealing Bianca's things, and trying to frame Bianca in front of the Taylor Family. She's totally two-faced!"
Raymond and the others looked shocked, "I didn't expect her to be that kind of person."
What a waste of that face.
Just then, Bianca spoke up at the right moment, "Abigail, stop it, it's not like that..."
"Enough, Bianca, you're too innocent and don't understand anything. Stop defending that evil sister of yours. Oh, by the way, guess what Isabella's grades used to be like?"
Bianca pressed her lips together, deliberately staying silent.
Abigail lowered her voice, "You can't even imagine how bad her grades were. I've seen her report card from her old school. Guess what score?"
She knew Indigo had investigated Isabella, so she'd gone through Indigo's study and found Isabella's report card from her previous school.
The others were curious, "How bad could it be? Surely not below 1000 points?"
The last place student at Stellar High School typically scored around 1000 points in each exam.
So in their minds, no matter how bad someone's grades were, they couldn't be worse than 1000 points.
Abigail couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Saying she could score 1000 points would be a compliment, you know?"
Raymond frowned, "No way? Not even 1000 points?"
"Abigail, just tell us, what was it?"
Everyone was getting anxious.
"800 points."
Abigail revealed the answer.
The group was stunned.
"That low?"
"How did she manage that? How could she score so low? Even answering with your feet wouldn't result in that!"
They couldn't understand such terrible grades. To them, what was the difference between that and having no brain?
"Keep your voices down, she's coming!" Douglas Campbell said.
Seeing Isabella walking toward them, less than five meters away, everyone fell silent.
Isabella naturally saw Bianca and Abigail from afar, but didn't give them any extra attention. She just walked forward quietly, since the recording studio wasn't inside the film studio complex but next to it.
Sunlight fell on Isabella's face, making her beauty even more striking and dazzling. Her perfect profile looked like a beautiful painting.
Abigail's gaze fell contemptuously on Isabella.
Watching Isabella pass by, Abigail curled her lips, looked at her with contempt, and said:
"Trash."
Isabella's steps paused slightly.
Violet stopped too.
She looked in disbelief at the girl who had just said that to Isabella, "What did you say?"
Abigail crossed her arms arrogantly, looking down at Violet, pointing at Isabella, "I said she's trash. What about it?"
Her tone was both haughty and shrill, sounding extremely grating.
"Are you sick?" Violet was angry. "How can you just insult people? What did our Isabella ever do to you?"
She'd never met someone like this before.
"Am I wrong to call her trash? Only scoring 800 points on an exam—someone like that is wasting air by living. What's the difference between that and trash? The last place student in our class can score over 500 points!"
Abigail said with a cold laugh.
"Isabella, if I were you, I wouldn't dare go out and embarrass myself. Instead of studying properly at school, you're out here chasing celebrities."
"Abigail, stop talking."
Bianca stepped forward to intervene, while giving Isabella looks, telling her to leave quickly.
But Isabella didn't even glance at Bianca. Her cool gaze fell on Abigail, eyes narrowing slightly, "Bad grades make someone trash?"
"Obviously." Abigail said with a smile, "An idiot like you who can only score 800 points is one in a million. What else would you be but trash?"
As soon as Abigail finished speaking, she heard Isabella's indifferent and disdainful voice:
"Then the trash should be you, not me."
Abigail was stunned, "What?"
Isabella looked at her calmly, "Your grades are worse than mine, so you're the trash."
In her memory, Abigail was just an unremarkable student in the international class, with no academic talent, grades in the lower-middle range, typically scoring around 1200 points on exams.
By Abigail's logic, what else would that be but trash?