When Paulina heard that students from the general college were suddenly throwing themselves into a study frenzy because of Rebecca, she couldn’t help feeling anxious. She’d stayed up late the night before, grinding through practice problems, trying to keep up.
Now, as she watched Rebecca walk in, Paulina felt a wave of resentment wash over her.
It used to be so much easier. Sure, lots of people signed up for the Apex Academy exams every year, but most of them totally fell apart under pressure. They’d get all worked up and choke, which made things almost effortless for Paulina. She’d aced two rounds last year, not because she was some genius, but because she always managed to keep her cool.
But this year was different. Everyone else was suddenly super motivated, as if someone had injected pure adrenaline into the whole campus. Those normally unmotivated students now had an energy she’d never seen before.
Rumor had it that a few people had even spent the whole night in the library, grinding away at problems until dawn. The library staff actually had to announce a new rule, kicking everyone out after midnight.
With things getting so cutthroat, Paulina and the rest of Class A had no choice but to stay hyper-vigilant. If the competition got too heated and someone’s ranking slipped, getting kicked out of Class A would be the ultimate embarrassment.
Paulina wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure. A bunch of students were glaring at Rebecca, but no one dared to say anything with Lily around.
Rebecca didn’t even acknowledge their stares. Cool as ever, she glanced at the clock on the wall.
“It just turned nine o’clock. I’m not late,” she said, voice even but clear.
Lily checked the time—it really was exactly nine—but she couldn’t stand how Rebecca acted, always so calm and aloof, like nothing ever got to her.
“So what if you’re on time?” Lily snapped. “With that lazy attitude, you really think you can take first place? Don’t kid yourself!”
Most students would be mortified to get called out by a teacher in front of everyone, but Rebecca didn’t flinch. She looked straight at Lily, her face perfectly calm.
“I see you’re always punctual, Lily. You’ve been teaching for a year here, nine to five every day, but have you won any of the faculty awards yet? It seems your skills are just... average. I think you’re a better fit for that ‘overestimating yourself’ comment than anyone else in this room.”


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