“Hey, do you think she’s one of those special admits? I heard there are a few this year,” someone speculated.
“No way,” another chimed in immediately. “Special admits usually come from regular families, but look at her—head-to-toe designer labels. And that aura? No way she’s from an average background.”
“Who cares if she’s a special admit? She ended up in our class, anyway. None of us are making it to the top. We’re all flunking out—once we graduate, we’ll all just go home and disappear.”
“Haha, totally! My dad sent me here, but let’s be real, I was never cut out for academics. Still, having a pretty girl in the class isn’t so bad.”
“Oh, please. Don’t flatter yourself. Judging by her expression, she doesn’t look like someone you can just walk up and talk to.”
The students barely spared a glance at Kyson on the podium, carrying on with their chatter as if he didn’t exist.
Kyson tried to raise his voice, but even his booming tone wasn’t enough to corral this crowd.
These kids weren’t the type you could control by simply shouting at them.
To put it bluntly, they’d just walk out of class if they felt like it.
Better to let it go, Kyson told himself, taking a deep breath. Don’t get angry. Just think of them as toddlers throwing a tantrum.
He repeated the mantra in his head for comfort.
At Kyson’s gesture, Sabrina stepped forward. Her gaze swept across the sea of faces—some familiar, some not. There was a faint, almost imperceptible smirk in her cool eyes.
Through the commotion, her crisp voice rang out.
“Quiet!”
The word, laced with a hint of command, cut through the chaos. Instantly, the room fell silent.
Curiosity, suspicion, wariness, confusion—all kinds of looks turned toward Sabrina.
“I’m the new student. Sabrina,” she announced.
Silence followed, thick as fog.
That’s it? Just a basic introduction?
The room felt awkward, everyone thrown off by how direct she was.
This new girl sure had a personality.
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