After saying goodbye to Peter, Mona collected her textbooks from the teacher, put them in the locker she had just been assigned, and left Midtown High School without looking back.
The principal had little objection to Mona boldly requesting leave on her very first day of classes. Someone had already spoken to him about her, after all.
The principal still remembered the calm expression on the face of Mr. Tartaglia, the talented young founder of Northland Bank, when he spoke to him.
"My little sister has been obsessed with astrology since childhood and hasn't had much experience of school life. Sorry for the trouble, Principal, but please arrange for her to have some fun at Midtown High School for a few months and get her fill."
"Of course, one of my long-standing, unfulfilled wishes has been to give more talented students access to the finest educational resources. It would be wonderful if you could help me realize that dream through Mona's exchange."
Now that was a man with vision!
If all wealthy people were as enlightened as Mr. Tartaglia, he would not have to worry about school funding every single day.
Mona had come to Midtown High School to experience life, so whether she attended classes hardly seemed to matter.
With the principal giving her the green light, Mona made it smoothly back to her "old home"-a storefront on Teyvat Street.
To determine the exact location, she needed more precise research equipment.
She did not get to rest at "home" for long, however, because the person waiting outside her door had very little patience.
Bang, bang, bang!
Mona hurriedly put her equipment away and opened the door amid the relentless knocking.
The sunshine outside was brilliant, but the boy's expression beneath his broad hat brim was so cold it made