After lunch, Elena and Uliana grabbed Celine by the arm and dragged her toward the bulletin board to check the results.
The hallway was packed—everyone was trying to see their grades, and there was no way to squeeze through.
Spotting Sabrina standing a little distance away, the girls exchanged quick, knowing glances.
Elena sneered, her lips curling in contempt.
Today was her chance to get even for being forced to apologize the other day. She was determined to make Sabrina suffer—if not physically, then at least mentally, to the point of madness.
Whitney stood nearby, arms crossed, sizing Sabrina up with a cool, dismissive glance. Whitney believed in her own abilities; she didn’t need to waste words. She was confident she’d crush Sabrina in the rankings—she could beat her with her eyes closed.
Conrad, tagging along, kept sneaking glances at Sabrina. The more he looked, the more he liked what he saw—she was even prettier than Celine. The thought of seeing her embarrassed, humiliated, maybe even humiliated in public later, sent a rush of heat to his cheeks.
They waited a few minutes, but with the crowd showing no sign of thinning, Uliana decided to force their way forward, pulling her friends into the throng.
Meanwhile, Whitney and Sabrina stood completely unbothered. Whitney had every confidence in her scores; she was always in the top ten, and defeating a slacker like Sabrina was child’s play. The two girls locked eyes across the crowd, their gazes full of challenge.
Conrad, following behind, noticed Sabrina wasn’t moving. He couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you going to check your results?”
Did she already know she’d failed miserably? Was that why she was afraid to look?
Sabrina ignored him. Conrad was Celine’s little lapdog—he’d bullied her enough times. She had zero interest in wasting breath on someone like him.
Elena pushed to the front, determined to be the first to see the results. She’d plotted for days, looking for ways to get back at Sabrina, and today was the perfect opportunity.
They started scanning the results from the bottom up.
Even after checking through the bottom hundred names, there was still no sign of Sabrina.
Elena turned, confused, and asked Sabrina, “Did you even take the test?”
Sabrina replied coolly, “Of course I did.”
Fine. They kept looking.
“Still nothing in the bottom two hundred,” Uliana muttered.
Whitney didn’t care about Sabrina’s score. In her mind, losers like Sabrina could never beat her.
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