Chapter 11

"talking" (Mc to system) [System]

After a night of rest in the dormitory, Ifia, refreshed, changed into her school uniform dress the next day.

In her previous life as a wealthy third generation, Ifia was also an elegant boy.

Regardless of gender, good looks always please the eye and lighten the mood.

Ifia had a beautiful international supermodel mother, and her father's genes had also undergone several generations of modification. Inheriting the advantages, he didn't need any cosmetic procedures to look handsome. Once, when he secretly went to eat barbecue with classmates, a talent scout discovered him and wanted to take him to the entertainment industry.

For this, the talent scout painted many rosy pictures for him, saying that he could become a star and earn a lot of money, achieve financial freedom, and reach the pinnacle of life.

Then, Ifia showed him the balance in her mobile phone account, causing the talent scout to shut up.

Suddenly recalling the past, Ifia shook her head gently, choosing not to dwell on memories and instead focus on the present.

She tidied herself up in front of the mirror, her lips curling upward, revealing two sweet dimples. Her cute, round almond eyes followed suit, looking sweet like a piece of candy no matter how you looked at her.

"Ifia, we should go."

Compared to the leisurely Ifia, Irene packed up very quickly.

Unlike Ifia's long, waist-length black hair, Irene's hair just reached her shoulders—neither long nor short, adding a touch of innocence to her face. As for other effects, there were none.

At most, it was convenient to manage, a simple combing was enough to go.

With a figure as flat as a tablet, there was only a slight fluctuation in her chest, looking the same from both the front and back.

Looking at Irene's slender figure and thinking about Amelia's ample curves, Ifia once again associated it with the suffocating feeling of binding her chest, feeling a bit uncontrollably breathless.

"Here we are."

Ifia raised her hand, patting her somewhat warm cheeks, quickly responded, grabbed her wallet and stuffed it into her pocket. Then, she followed Irene out of the dormitory to report to the class.

"Ifia, you might feel a bit nervous reporting to the class for the first time. Don't worry, except for those arrogant nobles, the other common students in the class are very friendly."

Perhaps Ifia's favorable remarks about good grades yesterday earned her some goodwill from Irene. On the way to the class, Irene took the initiative to introduce the class situation, giving Ifia some psychological preparation.

Where there are people, there are conflicts.

Especially between the nobles and commoners at Pulis Academy, the two sides harbor mutual resentment. Many common students, like Irene, dislike the nobles.

However, unlike common students who secretly badmouth the nobles behind their backs, the nobles' dislike for common students is displayed directly in their faces and daily behavior.

There are many conflicts and contradictions between the two sides, and Pulis Academy has considered whether to reject commoners from enrollment.

However, due to the intervention of the church, this proposal was not allowed.

"You're a bit late. There are exams in four days, and although it's too late to catch up, if you work hard, you might be able to get a slightly better grade."

Being able to successfully enroll in Pulis Academy as a commoner, Irene never doubted Ifia's academic performance.

Little did she know that Ifia was currently clueless about her studies.

It was precisely due to Irene's reminder that Ifia suddenly realized she was about to take an exam!

Her recent focus had been on system tasks, completely forgetting about the impending exams. However, poor exam scores wouldn't result in expulsion unless she violated school rules and had her credits deducted, making graduation impossible.

Now, expulsion would only happen if she couldn't join a club!

Ifia panicked for a moment but quickly regained her composure.

"We're here."

The distance from the dormitory to the classroom wasn't far. With Irene's announcement, Ifia looked up at the classroom ahead, marveling at the wealth of Pulis Academy.

The floor was paved with gold-patterned marble, the wooden desks were intricately carved, and even the blackboard frame at the podium was made of gold. The sunlight refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire classroom sparkle.

Seeing this, Ifia, who had come from the slums, almost shed tears of envy. There was an impulse to sneak in at night and pry the blackboard off.

"George, Fiona, this is my roommate, Ifia."

As Ifia entered the classroom, she immediately attracted everyone's attention, surrounded by numerous gazes. Ifia maintained a smile on her face, showing no signs of nervousness.

Back in the day, when she accompanied her mother to international modeling events as a special guest, there were even more people standing or sitting below than now. The flashes from the cameras were blinding, making it difficult to keep her eyes open.

She wasn't afraid at all back then!

Not to mention in a small setting like this now.

"Ifia, you're so beautiful! I'm Fiona, nice to meet you!"

"I… I'm George, nice to meet you too."

The two people introduced by Irene greeted Ifia with shy smiles. Ifia responded with a smile and began her self-introduction, "Hello, I'm Ifia, 16 years old this year."

Afterward, Ifia naturally sat with Irene and others, successfully blending into the small group.

However, Fiona and George, who had ordinary looks, seemed like ordinary passersby. Ifia wondered if these two were part of the main group of characters. Would they have a chance to appear in the subsequent plot?

(System, give me a little spoiler!)

[Host, please be down-to-earth and not try to take shortcuts.]

The useless system today is still unreliable!

Ifia smiled, stopping her scattered thoughts. She took out the books from her desk and glanced at them quietly.

A thick stack, covering a wide range of subjects.

Like theology, history, various international languages, biological mathematics, literature and poetry, music…

Then, she quietly opened the theology textbook at the top.

Hmm, she couldn't even understand it.

Students at Pulis Academy seem to have it tougher than those in the final year of high school exam-oriented education!

Ifia, wearing a mask of pain, closed the textbook, feeling that even if she were to live again, she wouldn't become a top student.

"Irene, I didn't quite understand some parts of Professor Sibig's lecture on the religious civilization of Cairo yesterday."

"Madame Daisy's unique bel canto technique, how many times has she performed at the Imperial Opera House?"

"The personal biography of the troubadour poet Bard, did you guys take notes?"

Awakening from the pain brought by the textbooks, Ifia listened to Irene and others discussing, feeling as if she were listening to a foreign language.

What's all this about? I don't understand!

Since she couldn't comprehend, Ifia didn't plan to make things difficult for herself. She put on a serious and attentive expression on her face, but in reality, she had already started daydreaming.

It's really unbelievable that just a few days ago, she was fooling around in her shabby home in the slums, and now she's studying at a noble academy.

Life is truly unpredictable!

Instead of immersing herself in the ocean of study with Irene and others, Ifia would rather go find Amelia to complete the tasks.

She would be going to the art club in the afternoon, going for an interview as a well-connected candidate. Just thinking about it made her a little excited!

As Ifia thought about Amelia, she couldn't contain her happiness. She raised one hand to support her cheek, with a super sweet smile on her lips, happily listening to Irene and others discussing the incomprehensible topics. Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught someone nearby staring at her.

A lecherous gaze, like that of a pervert.

[System friendly reminder, the noble who once bullied Ifia in Ifia's original ending has appeared!]