Chapter 334
Chapter 334:
The doubt and skepticism hung in the air around him.
It was rare for someone from a humble background to make it big. Everyone here had been raised with top-tier education, with private tutors at their disposal since they were kids.
Melanie snorted softly. Pulling out her phone, she quickly snapped a picture of Ethan and sent it to Mariana. She texted, “Check out the new guy in our class. Total country bumpkin. No clue how he even got in p>
At that very moment, Mariana sat across from Rosanna in an upscale café, delicately savoring exquisite desserts that looked almost too beautiful to eat.
Their phones lay idle on the table between them, like silent sentinels waiting to be summoned.
Without the slightest regard for Rosanna’s presence, Mariana tapped the photo that Melanie had just sent.
The image revealed a teenager — his clothes unremarkable, but his face bore a quiet handsomeness that drew the eye.
Rosanna caught a glimpse and recoiled slightly, eyes wide in recognition. “Wait… him? Why is he in that photo p>
“Who?” Mariana asked, her brows knitting into a frown.
“He’s from the slums — down in the old quarter,” Rosanna replied, her tone caught between disbelief and concern.
“The slums?” Mariana echoed, skepticism creeping into her voice. “Are you sure? This boy is Melanie’s new classmate. She’s in the special admissions class at Wront University — only the crème de la crème make it in. Kids from powerful families, top achievers. Someone from the slums doesn’t just stroll into that world p>
Rosanna stared again at the photo, her certainty deepening like roots burrowing into soil. She couldn’t be wrong. After all, she had shared years of hardship with Ethan in those very slums.
“I’m certain,” Rosanna said firmly. “His name is Ethan Watson. But how on earth did he land in Wront’s elite class? And in the same room as Melanie p>
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Mariana’s face turned glacial, like a pond icing over in a sudden frost. A slum dweller, rubbing shoulders with Melanie? The very idea was laughable.
Without a second thought, she typed a message to Melanie. “Is his name Ethan Watson p>
Melanie’s reply came almost instantly. “Yes. How did you know, Mariana p>
“He’s from the slums,” Mariana answered. “Did your teacher put him in the wrong class by mistake p>
The words struck Melanie like a slap. From the slums? Sharing a class with her? The idea was not just offensive — it was a personal affront.
Proud as she was, there was no way Melanie would tolerate sharing a class with someone from the slums. To her, it was an insult.
She lifted her gaze toward the back of the classroom, where Ethan sat, and her jaw tightened with fury. She was going to drive this lowlife out of her class.
Melanie rose to her feet, striding toward Ethan like a storm rolling in. “Hey,” she barked. “Why are you pretending to be mute? Didn’t you hear your classmates asking questions p>
Ethan glanced up, his brows knitting, lips parting as if searching for the right words in a foreign tongue. He had never been good at dealing with strangers, and now their eyes burned holes through his skin.
“I don’t know what to say,” he mumbled, almost too softly to hear.
“Don’t know, or just too scared to talk?” Melanie pressed, her brow arched in mocking inquiry. She studied his averted gaze with cold amusement. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you really that dim? They asked you where you’re from. That’s not quantum physics p>
A hush fell over the class.