“Yeah, right. If she’s really better than Neely, why has she never entered a single competition? Seriously, anyone can see that video is fake. No way a skinny girl like her could have that kind of explosive power. I’m not buying it.”
Someone noticed the ID of one of the haters. Turns out it was that guy Rebecca humbled in the cafeteria.
With the videos blowing up, Rebecca’s name shot to the top at Vantage Point University.
Fans and haters clashed everywhere, the internet practically sizzling with drama.
Neely, still bummed for missing the live show, jumped on the comments and replied straight away. “I was there in person. Rebecca is the real deal, no question. She’s totally my idol.”
Almost instantly, the accusations about Rebecca’s running video vanished. Even the skeptical comments got deleted.
But Neely wasn’t done. He secretly downloaded the video and sent it over to Odom Blair.
Rebecca is unreal. How do I get on her team?
Odom wrote back almost instantly.
Rebecca doesn’t care for fake loyalty. Just be yourself. By the way, send me the IPs of the people trashing Rebecca. I’m going to deal with them.
Neely did as he was told, then sat there thinking. He should do something to catch Rebecca’s attention too, so he could become her henchman as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, over in Class A.
The moment Rebecca walked in, right on time, the friendly classroom vibe shifted into something tense and complicated.
Paulina, who had been chatting with Magee, gave Rebecca a sharp look.
She really showed up?
“Oh, you’re definitely famous. No other newbie’s managed to stir up the entire school. Wonder how many cheap tricks you had to pull off to handle it so calmly?”
Rebecca shot back, “They say Class A is the place for geniuses. I thought everyone here was supposed to be smart. Maybe that’s not as true as I thought.”
Felice bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Was she being called dumb?
Rebecca just grinned. “If you were as smart as you say, you’d know how to use words properly. Attention-seeking, really? How about you run a five-kilometer race for attention and see what happens? Oh wait, I almost forgot, you’ve got the worst endurance in Class A. You nearly failed the fitness test when you got in.”
Felice looked ready to explode. “You…”
“What about me?” Rebecca smiled, every inch unbothered. “Is my fitness making you jealous? Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of chances for that. You’ll get used to being jealous.”

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