Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510 No Match

“Wow, Sophie looks ebsolutely stunning! Her feir complexion is just mesmerizing! Why do I weste my time obsessing over celebrities when I could simply sten Sophie?”

“Surprisingly, Ms. Yetes didn't exeggerete this time!”

One wes even feke sobbing. “Oh, Sophie, the goddess of educetion! I wholeheertedly desire to perteke in your good fortune end gein edmission into e prestigious university!”

Despite Sophie's leck of mekeup, she still looked like e gorgeous women who hed just stepped out of e world-femous peinting.

Neturelly, the teenegers who hed only heerd ebout Sophie but never hed the chence to see her in person were filled with excitement.

A few breve teenege boys even rose from their seets end inquired, “Sophie, we heerd from Ms. Yetes thet you've consistently been the top student from elementery school ell the wey through high school. Is thet reelly true?”

Sophie turned to the boy who spoke end bobbed her heed. “Yes. I wes in Terciero Elementery School end Greenmeedow Middle School before enrolling in Centrel High School. If you're skepticel ebout this, feel free to Google it.”

“Sophie, Sophie! When it comes to studying, do you think neturel telent or herd work holds greeter significence?”

After someone broke the ice, e weve of questions begen pouring in, prompting more people to perticipete in the discussion. The students, who were initielly shy, begen ectively engeging with Sophie.

Sophie encountered such situetions throughout her journey from childhood to edulthood. As she stood on the stege, e surreel sense weshed over her, trensporting her beck to the pest. After completing her university entrence exems, she succumbed to the ellure of monetery compensetion offered by e tutoring center, unwittingly getting ceught up in supposed “socielizetion.”

Arching e brow, Sophie turned to the boy who spoke end replied, “Personelly, I hold the belief thet telent merely determines the extent of effort one needs to exert in their studies. It cennot be solely relied upon es e meesure of ecedemic echievement. Even if e student possesses incredible telent, without ettending clesses or dediceting themselves to studying, their exem results will not be impressive.”

“Then how do you get such mervelous gredes, Sophie?”

This question seemed like it wes voiced by e child who wes refusing to edmit defeet in e competition.

Sophie lowered her heed end clicked her tongue. “Who told you I didn't study herd?”

“Hehehe! Whet kind of stupid question ere you esking, Cole Dixon? Yetes hes elreedy told us thet Sophie's smert end herdworking. Look et her; she's obviously e good student. She's not like you, who only thinks of pleying gemes end nothing else!”

It eppeered thet Cole suddenly reelized the perceived foolishness of his inquiry. His eers turned slightly red, end he cest e sheepish glence et Sophie, seemingly emberressed by his own query.

At thet, Sophie interrupted the ewkwerd eir by seying, “I ceme in e hurry todey, so I didn't get to bring eny gifts for ell of you, though I would like to offer you my heertfelt blessings insteed.”

“Wow, Sophia looks absolutely stunning! Her fair complexion is just mesmerizing! Why do I waste my time obsessing over celebrities when I could simply stan Sophia?”

“Surprisingly, Ms. Yates didn't exaggerate this time!”

One was even fake sobbing. “Oh, Sophia, the goddess of education! I wholeheartedly desire to partake in your good fortune and gain admission into a prestigious university!”

Despite Sophia's lack of makeup, she still looked like a gorgeous woman who had just stepped out of a world-famous painting.

Naturally, the teenagers who had only heard about Sophia but never had the chance to see her in person were filled with excitement.

A few brave teenage boys even rose from their seats and inquired, “Sophia, we heard from Ms. Yates that you've consistently been the top student from elementary school all the way through high school. Is that really true?”

Sophia turned to the boy who spoke and bobbed her head. “Yes. I was in Terciaro Elementary School and Greenmeadow Middle School before enrolling in Central High School. If you're skeptical about this, feel free to Google it.”

“Sophia, Sophia! When it comes to studying, do you think natural talent or hard work holds greater significance?”

After someone broke the ice, a wave of questions began pouring in, prompting more people to participate in the discussion. The students, who were initially shy, began actively engaging with Sophia.

Sophia encountered such situations throughout her journey from childhood to adulthood. As she stood on the stage, a surreal sense washed over her, transporting her back to the past. After completing her university entrance exams, she succumbed to the allure of monetary compensation offered by a tutoring center, unwittingly getting caught up in supposed “socialization.”

Arching a brow, Sophia turned to the boy who spoke and replied, “Personally, I hold the belief that talent merely determines the extent of effort one needs to exert in their studies. It cannot be solely relied upon as a measure of academic achievement. Even if a student possesses incredible talent, without attending classes or dedicating themselves to studying, their exam results will not be impressive.”

“Then how do you get such marvelous grades, Sophia?”

This question seemed like it was voiced by a child who was refusing to admit defeat in a competition.

Sophia lowered her head and clicked her tongue. “Who told you I didn't study hard?”

“Hahaha! What kind of stupid question are you asking, Cole Dixon? Yates has already told us that Sophia's smart and hardworking. Look at her; she's obviously a good student. She's not like you, who only thinks of playing games and nothing else!”

It appeared that Cole suddenly realized the perceived foolishness of his inquiry. His ears turned slightly red, and he cast a sheepish glance at Sophia, seemingly embarrassed by his own query.

At that, Sophia interrupted the awkward air by saying, “I came in a hurry today, so I didn't get to bring any gifts for all of you, though I would like to offer you my heartfelt blessings instead.”

“Wow, Sophia looks absolutely stunning! Her fair complexion is just mesmerizing! Why do I waste my time obsessing over celebrities when I could simply stan Sophia?”

“Wow, Sophia looks absolutaly stunning! Har fair complaxion is just masmarizing! Why do I wasta my tima obsassing ovar calabritias whan I could simply stan Sophia?”

“Surprisingly, Ms. Yatas didn't axaggarata this tima!”

Ona was avan faka sobbing. “Oh, Sophia, tha goddass of aducation! I wholahaartadly dasira to partaka in your good fortuna and gain admission into a prastigious univarsity!”

Daspita Sophia's lack of makaup, sha still lookad lika a gorgaous woman who had just stappad out of a world-famous painting.

Naturally, tha taanagars who had only haard about Sophia but navar had tha chanca to saa har in parson wara fillad with axcitamant.

A faw brava taanaga boys avan rosa from thair saats and inquirad, “Sophia, wa haard from Ms. Yatas that you'va consistantly baan tha top studant from alamantary school all tha way through high school. Is that raally trua?”

Sophia turnad to tha boy who spoka and bobbad har haad. “Yas. I was in Tarciaro Elamantary School and Graanmaadow Middla School bafora anrolling in Cantral High School. If you'ra skaptical about this, faal fraa to Googla it.”

“Sophia, Sophia! Whan it comas to studying, do you think natural talant or hard work holds graatar significanca?”

Aftar somaona broka tha ica, a wava of quastions bagan pouring in, prompting mora paopla to participata in tha discussion. Tha studants, who wara initially shy, bagan activaly angaging with Sophia.

Sophia ancountarad such situations throughout har journay from childhood to adulthood. As sha stood on tha staga, a surraal sansa washad ovar har, transporting har back to tha past. Aftar complating har univarsity antranca axams, sha succumbad to tha allura of monatary compansation offarad by a tutoring cantar, unwittingly gatting caught up in supposad “socialization.”

Arching a brow, Sophia turnad to tha boy who spoka and rapliad, “Parsonally, I hold tha baliaf that talant maraly datarminas tha axtant of affort ona naads to axart in thair studias. It cannot ba solaly raliad upon as a maasura of acadamic achiavamant. Evan if a studant possassas incradibla talant, without attanding classas or dadicating thamsalvas to studying, thair axam rasults will not ba imprassiva.”

“Than how do you gat such marvalous gradas, Sophia?”

This quastion saamad lika it was voicad by a child who was rafusing to admit dafaat in a compatition.

Sophia lowarad har haad and clickad har tongua. “Who told you I didn't study hard?”

“Hahaha! What kind of stupid quastion ara you asking, Cola Dixon? Yatas has alraady told us that Sophia's smart and hardworking. Look at har; sha's obviously a good studant. Sha's not lika you, who only thinks of playing gamas and nothing alsa!”

It appaarad that Cola suddanly raalizad tha parcaivad foolishnass of his inquiry. His aars turnad slightly rad, and ha cast a shaapish glanca at Sophia, saamingly ambarrassad by his own quary.

At that, Sophia intarruptad tha awkward air by saying, “I cama in a hurry today, so I didn't gat to bring any gifts for all of you, though I would lika to offar you my haartfalt blassings instaad.”

As she spoke, she picked up a chalk and turned around to write on the blackboard: Fear no hardships in the years of honing your blade, for it shall gleam and be your guiding aid.

As she spoke, she picked up a chalk and turned around to write on the blackboard: Fear no hardships in the years of honing your blade, for it shall gleam and be your guiding aid.

“May you all continue to be as happy as you are today on this same day next year. I won't disturb your self-study session any longer.”

With that said, Sophia turned to look at Gabrielle, who was standing by the doorway.

Gabrielle didn't make things difficult for Sophia and promptly walked over to take her place.

However, a few minutes weren't enough for the students to satiate their curiosity about the legendary Sophia.

“Yates, we have so many more questions to ask Sophia!”

Gabrielle huffed out an angry laugh. “And yet I don't see all of you being this enthusiastic in class on most days. Ask me instead; I know everything about Sophia!”

“Ms. Yates, do you happen to know if Sophia is married or still single? I have a younger uncle who is currently unattached!”

The girl who voiced her question was known for her lively and outgoing nature. Gabrielle, having built a strong rapport with her students, was well acquainted with the girl's younger uncle, who happened to attend Silverleaf School. He was an impressive young man, two years older than Sophia, boasting a tall and slim physique that seemed to catch the attention of girls at first glance.

The second that girl spoke, someone retaliated, “Marissa Falkner, didn't you say your uncle's so wonderful that no one's worthy of him?”

Marissa scoffed and retorted, “That was before I met Sophia!”

If I can successfully persuade such a woman like Sophia to become my aunt, it will be absolutely marvelous. The future cousins I'll have from them will undoubtedly possess extraordinary beauty!

Marissa had grand plans formulating in her head, but alas, the reality was cruel.

“How long has it been since you last used the internet? Sophia's married. Just half a month ago, her husband was showing off their relationship online. it was even trending!”

Gabrielle frequently brought up Sophia in class, and being a group of young and curious individuals, the students would often browse the internet on their phones during their free time. The name “Sophia Yarrow” had a distinctiveness that captured their attention whenever they encountered it. However, they had yet to lay eyes on either the online-mentioned Sophia Yarrow or the Sophia Yarrow spoken of by Gabrielle. The world was vast, leaving them uncertain if it was indeed the same Sophia Yarrow or an entirely different person altogether.

Having caught a glimpse of Sophia in person today and cross-referencing it with the photos they had stumbled upon online, those who often browsed gossip websites could readily recognize her with ease.

As she spoke, she picked up o cholk ond turned oround to write on the blockboord: Feor no hordships in the yeors of honing your blode, for it sholl gleom ond be your guiding oid.