Chapter 59
Chapter 59:
Unable to hold back, she called out loudly, “Yelena, maybe today will be your last day in the honors class. Better make it count p>
“Really?” Yelena tilted her chin ever so slightly, her gaze icy yet composed as she fixed it on Madonna. Her expression carried a subtle blend of detachment and quiet amusement.
“Of course! I heard you dropped out of high school and were always scraping the bottom of the barrel in your class. Am I wrong?” Madonna remarked with a smug grin.
“I remember you. Madonna Prescott, right?” Yelena’s lips curved into a faint smile. “How about this? Let’s make a bet. Let’s see if a dropout like me can pass today’s test p>
“A bet?” The room collectively froze, taken aback by the sudden challenge.
“Here’s the deal: if my score is lower than yours, I’ll pack my things and leave for the regular class without a word. But if you lose, you’ll get on your knees and apologize to me.” Yelena regarded Madonna with unruffled calm.
Her calm demeanor sent ripples of disbelief through the room.
Madonna hesitated for a moment before scoffing, “Fine, let’s do it p>
She spoke with confidence, her smirk unwavering. While she wasn’t among the top performers in the honors class, her grades were far better than what she imagined Yelena’s to be.
Madonna hadn’t secured her spot in the honors class through connections—it was the result of years of effort and discipline. She was undoubtedly talented, but in an honors class brimming with exceptional students, she struggled to truly shine.
Madonna had been groomed for academic success from a young age, with private tutors and international schooling to bolster her education.
In comparison, Yelena’s reputation as a slacker from her past cast a long shadow over her chances. Who could fathom what had gotten into Yelena’s head to challenge Madonna to such a bold bet? Could Yelena truly believe she had a chance at winning?
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To everyone watching, it seemed obvious—Yelena was destined to lose, pack her belongings, and exit the honors class in humiliation.
Yet, despite the certainty in the air, a lingering question gnawed at the crowd. Where was Yelena finding this seemingly baseless confidence?
Everyone thought Yelena had completely lost her marbles after recent events. Why else would she make such a reckless wager with Madonna? No one believed a contest was even necessary—Yelena was destined to lose, plain and simple.
This was her first time setting foot in the honors class, after all. How could she possibly know that even the student scraping the bottom of the barrel there was leagues ahead of those in the regular classes?
Yelena, a high school dropout from a third-rate school, daring to measure up to Madonna? It was like a goldfish challenging a shark. To most, it felt like she’d bitten off way more than she could chew. Sure, maybe she had some strings pulled to get in, but if she had any sense, she’d have laid low in a regular class instead of stirring up all this drama. Now, thanks to her impulsive bet, everyone figured it was only a matter of time before she’d be sent packing to the regular class where she “belonged p>
Madonna, meanwhile, felt like she’d heard the punchline to the year’s funniest joke.
Bella, ever the actress, put on a saccharine smile and said with mock concern, “Yelena, you really shouldn’t make a bet like this… You’re going to lose… And after you worked so hard to get into the honors class p>
Yelena, unimpressed by Bella’s fake sweetness, shot her a chilly look and retorted, “You can compete with me, too, if you’d like p>