Everyone turned at the sound.
A tall girl stood in the classroom doorway, her long golden curls falling loosely over her shoulders. She had blue eyes and striking features.
She wore the same school uniform of a shirt and skirt, and everyone looked much the same in it. But the pleated skirt that fell below Miaomiao's knees became a miniskirt above hers, revealing her long, slender legs.
"Seraphina." John Elliott's expression darkened. "Are you going to defend this little savage?"
"Don't act so familiar. We're not close." Seraphina lifted her chin and frowned as though she had spotted something filthy. "Call me Dumas."
Ignoring John's increasingly embarrassed expression, Seraphina walked to her seat and sat down.
"I simply can't stand the ugly way you sneer at girls. It has nothing to do with who she is."
"She's Seraphina Dumas, the youngest daughter of the Saint Dumas Family and one of the school cheerleading squad's key members."
Lia introduced her to Miaomiao in a whisper.
"She's, um, a little haughty, but she isn't a bad person."
"Cheerleading squad?"
It was a new term, and Miaomiao was curious.
"You don't know what a cheerleading squad is?"
When Miaomiao shook her head, Lia was rather surprised.
Cheerleading culture was widespread in America. Almost every high school and university had its own squad, which also represented the school in various competitions.
Making the school squad meant being recognized for looks, grades, athletic ability, popularity, family background, and more, and gave its members considerable influence. It was both a competitive sport and a social calling card for students.
For a moment, Lia wasn't sure how to explain it. She whispered, "When we have time, I'll take you to watch them practice."
Miaomiao immediately nodded, her eyes shining.
Meanwhile, after Seraphina had humiliated him, John's expression