Chapter 78 Moving Piano Music
Abigail was furious when she heard this.
"Isabella, are you crazy?"
How dare she say Abigail's grades were worse than hers? How could she have the nerve?
Evelyn chimed in: "Exactly! Isabella, you're such a loser, and you still have the nerve to talk about our Abigail like that. Abigail could take the test with her eyes closed and still score higher than you."
Bianca pulled at Evelyn again, "Alright, Evelyn, say less. Isabella didn't mean it."
Abigail was really angry at first, but staring at Isabella's face, she suddenly came up with an idea.
She smirked, "How about this, Isabella? You're saying my grades are worse than yours? Let's play a game."
Isabella looked at her quietly, then suddenly smiled with amusement, "Sure, what do you want to play?"
Abigail said with a smile: "There's an SAT practice test next week. When the results come out, it'll be clear who's the trash. The one with worse grades has to let the winner write 'I am trash' on her face, and the loser has to run ten laps around the field with 'I am trash' written on her face."
Evelyn's eyes lit up when she heard this.
Great idea!
Making Isabella run laps around the field with "I am trash" on her face would be hilarious!
She'd record a video and post it online. When people in the wealthy circles saw it, wouldn't Isabella become a permanent joke?
Evelyn looked at Abigail with admiration: Brilliant!
"I think Abigail's idea is very fair."
Evelyn looked at Isabella, "You say your grades are better than Abigail's, so let's wait for the test results to prove it. The one with worse grades gets punished, and everyone can see clearly who the real trash is!"
Isabella didn't say anything. Violet beside her felt uneasy and whispered in her ear:
"Isabella, are they setting a trap for you? Does the other side know your grades? Do they know their grades are better than yours? Is that why they're proposing this kind of game?"
Abigail assumed Isabella was hesitating. Afraid Isabella would back out, she immediately sneered:
"What's wrong? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Didn't you say my grades were worse than yours? Now when it's time to show real skills, you're scared?"
"So were you just talking nonsense earlier to save face? Looks like you know your grades are bad too..."
Before she could finish, Isabella interrupted her, "No problem, I agree."
"Let's do as you said."
Abigail raised her eyebrows when she heard this.
As expected, with just a little provocation, Isabella agreed.
She was still so stupid.
"Isabella, don't be impulsive."
Bianca gave Isabella a worried look, but actually felt excited inside.
"Abigail's grades are better than yours. You can't beat her."
800 points—even with Joseph tutoring her, it would be impossible to jump to 1200 points in just half a month.
Isabella was bound to lose this game.
But since Isabella had already spoken, Bianca was sure that nothing she said would change the fact that Isabella would be punished, so she just stood there and said a few fake words to highlight her innocent persona.
Abigail pulled Bianca over and whispered in her ear:
"Bianca, don't be silly. I'm helping you get revenge! Why are you stopping her?"
Isabella glanced at them, her lips curling coldly, and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Abigail called out to her.
Isabella raised an eyebrow, "Is there something else?"
"I'm afraid you'll back out later. We need to sign something."
Abigail stared at her darkly, afraid Isabella would back out later.
She immediately had a male student go buy paper and pen from the store, and wrote up an agreement in front of everyone.
Abigail signed her name on it, then handed the paper to Isabella with a cold snort.
"I'm going to post this agreement on the school forum for everyone to see. With everyone witnessing it, you can't back out!"
Isabella glanced at it and signed her name without hesitation.
Abigail was stunned for a moment when she took back the paper.
She didn't expect that Isabella, coming from the countryside, would have such nice handwriting!
She didn't think much of it and ignored this insignificant detail, immediately taking a photo and posting it on the school forum.
Her goal was to make sure Isabella would have no way to back out later!
After signing, under everyone's gaze, Isabella and Violet walked toward the recording studio.
"Isabella, how are your grades?" Violet couldn't help but ask.
She still didn't know Isabella's test level.
But Isabella's confident manner made her curious.
Could Isabella be a hidden top student?
Isabella glanced at her and said flatly: "Average."
Violet's eyelid twitched, and she couldn't control herself from exclaiming loudly: "Average and you still dare to bet with Abigail?"
They were done for!
Violet's anxious heart died at that moment.
She was so upset she almost lost the mood to record. Before entering the recording studio, she wasn't feeling well at all, her face looking quite bad.
Isabella warned her: "You better sing well. If you ruin my song, I'll kill you."
Hearing this, Violet immediately adjusted to an immersive singing state. In less than half an hour, under the sound engineer's guidance, she finished recording the song.
Turning around, Violet saw Isabella sitting at the piano.
A pair of slender, nimble fingers danced across the piano keys. It was just a casual movement, but the notes flowing from her hands were like dancing sprites, gentle and beautiful.
An ordinary piano piece became like heavenly music under Isabella's hands.
Violet was stunned.
So beautiful.
Like a million-dollar auditory feast.
Watching Isabella perform, Violet felt like her ears were being nourished. No, not just that—her eyes were also impacted.
Isabella while performing had a focused expression, her beautiful fingers flying.
Violet thought if she were a man, she would definitely fall madly in love with her right now.
No one could resist Isabella's piano playing, and no one could resist Isabella while playing the piano!
Violet almost knelt down right in front of Isabella.
At the same time, at the door of the recording studio.
A young man stood there in a daze.
He wore a globally limited edition E.L. trendy hoodie, ripped jeans below, blue short hair with a streak of silver dyed on the left side.
The expression on the man's face was the same amazement as Violet's!
No, it wasn't just amazement—more precisely, it was a deep infatuation!
As if he couldn't believe there could be such beautiful music in this world, the man stood there motionless with a dazed and amazed expression, like a sculpture, as if something had deeply captivated him.