Morwenna paused her rehearsal, turning her head to catch a group of girls laughing at her.
Noticing Morwenna's gaze, their expressions turned even more disdainful.
Many students with heavy accents often hesitated to speak confidently, fearing mockery.
Being laughed at for attempting could be embarrassing.
But Morwenna never felt shame in not knowing something.
She asked the girls solemnly, “I'm not fluent in French, so I'm learning. Does that bother you?”
To Morwenna, learning something new was perfectly normal.
She never claimed to be perfect at everything but believed hard work could improve herself.
Ignorance was never a cause for shame.
The girls paused for a moment.
Then, one of the girls boldly retorted, “Yeah, it bothers us! You being at Rosefrost University degrades our reputation as fellow students.”
Another sneered, “Can you speak French, local pig!”
Though her spoken French was weak, Morwenna understood the insult.
She fixed them with a clear gaze and said, word for word, “Did you score perfect marks in your SATs? In Literature, History, or Geography? No need to answer. I guess not. So, could I call you guys local pigs for not mastering your own country’s language and culture?”
The girls were stunned, not expecting such a retort.
One of them scoffed. “And you scored perfect marks in these?”
Morwenna stood tall, “Yes, I did!”
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