Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 205

In the dorm, an eerie silence fell out of nowhere.

The three of us exchanged glances, our eyes finally resting collectively on Cordelia.

Seeing the shock etched on their faces, Cordelia didn't mind. She started unpacking her suitcase, organizing her belongings a bit.

Just as she was placing her textbooks on her desk, the three finally snapped out of their daze, springing to their feet in unison. "You, you're really Cordelia?"

"The genius, and no bald spot?"

"Ah, I remember now, the genius who also acted in a play. I haven't seen it myself, but you must be stunning!"

"Hey, do you need a hand with that?"

Cordelia: ??

What's with this weird nickname, 'hey'?

She grimaced slightly, "No need, you must be tired too."

"Not at all!" The three girls stepped forward, eager to help her unpack. "Just touching the genius's textbooks could bring us luck for tomorrow's diagnostic test!"

"Let me touch them too!"

Someone piped up, "Oh, the girl who came with us today wanted to touch the genius too. I'll message her in the group chat."

Everyone attending the Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp was top of their class in their respective provinces, especially in mathematics.

Although there were only about forty to fifty girls among the several hundred attendees...

Even if they were top students back home, arriving at this gathering spot could be nerve-wracking. After the girl's message in the chat, those too shy to come over or those who flooded into their dorm did so.

"Hi, genius!"

And just like that, Cordelia became an exhibit: "............"

No one dared to touch her directly; they just touched her books and belongings, seeking some psychological comfort before the diagnostic test.

Cordelia felt awkward, unsure how to react.

Then, from the doorway, a voice rang out: "Sycophants, sycophants, all that bootlicking will get you nowhere!"

The students about to touch Cordelia's textbooks froze.

Cordelia, along with everyone else, turned toward the door to see a short-haired girl with a round face standing there. She wore casual clothes and looked down her nose at everyone, scoffing, "What's the use without real skills? If you're talented, why fear a diagnostic test? We're all high schoolers here, quit with the medieval superstitions."

Then, turning to Cordelia, she added snidely, "Some people really don't know their own worth, huh? Think touching you will help them pass the diagnostic? Please."