John suppressed a smug smile.
See? She really was just an uncultured little brat. So what if she was pretty? Even living in Wayne Manor couldn't change the ignorance in her bones.
"What's wrong? Can't you do it?"
Miaomiao stood up, but just as she was about to speak, a voice interrupted her.
"Mr. Smith." Seraphina Dumas set down her pen and stood, lifting her gaze slightly, her posture straight. "I've done a similar problem before. May I demonstrate?"
"Of course." Mr. Smith smiled in approval. "Since Miss Dumas has volunteered, Miss Wayne can have a turn another time. Please sit down."
And so Miaomiao sat down in a daze, watching the boy named John up ahead shoot a vicious glare in her direction and mutter something under his breath.
The others might not have heard, but Miaomiao did.
"That busybody Dumas."
Miaomiao blinked, belatedly catching on.
Had John Elliott deliberately said that to get the teacher to call on her, hoping to embarrass her?
And that classmate, Seraphina Dumas...
Although she hadn't even glanced at Miaomiao, volunteering to solve the problem seemed to have been her way of helping Miaomiao out.
Miaomiao thought it over and couldn't help marveling at how complicated land humans' minds were.
After what felt like years to Miaomiao, the bell finally rang.
Class was over.
The clear ring of the bell was like a reprieve, instantly dispelling the tension in the classroom. Students rustled about, packing up their books and rising from their seats, chatting in twos and threes as they headed off in different directions.
Miaomiao stood up in confusion and picked up her schoolbag, but she had no idea where to go.
"Wayne?"
Having packed her things, Lia noticed that bewildered look on Miaomiao's face again and couldn't help asking.
"The next