Chapter 910

“Those are the two hardest majors in the school with the highest fail rates p>

“And they have absolutely nothing to do with each other! Does she think this is a game p>

“The workload for those two alone is insane. Can she even keep up p>

“What a joke p>

The way everyone looked at Serena shifted from initial skepticism to outright rejection.

It wasn’t purely malicious.

It was an academic offense. They felt her very presence was an insult to their rigorous standards!

Sitting in the third row, Bianca’s eyes widened the moment she saw Serena.

She exchanged a quick, shocked glance with Isabella, who was seated in the front

row.

Hadn’t she just called Director Keaton?

Why… why hadn’t he kicked this bitch out of Marington?

How did she end up in the Vanguard Honors Program p>

What right did she have to be here?

Bianca clenched her fists, immediately grabbing her phone to call Director Keaton again.

She demanded answers.

But the call was immediately disconnected.

Bianca frowned and dialed again.

Disconnected again.

The third time, it went straight to a busy signal.

Had she… been blocked?

Bianca stared at her dark screen, utterly bewildered.

What was going on?

Just a few minutes ago, Director Keaton had sworn he wouldn’t allow any backdoor deals and promised to throw the girl out if she was a fraud.

But… how long had it been?

Not even an hour.

Serena wasn’t kicked out; she was sitting in Marington’s most prestigious class.

And Director Keaton had blocked her?

Bianca couldn’t wrap her head around it.

She gritted her teeth, watching Serena lean lazily on her desk and play on her phone.

She looked like a total slacker.

Bianca couldn’t hold back anymore and shot her hand up. “Mr. Ashwell, I have a problem with this p>

Mr. Ashwell looked at her. “What is it p>

“Why does she get to be in this class?” Bianca pointed aggressively at Serena, “Every single one of us passed grueling exams and went through rigorous selection to be here. What did she do? Rely on her looks p>

Her words perfectly echoed the sentiments of the rest of the class.

They could accept a transfer student.

Provided that student proved they had the skills to bypass the regular process.

Then they would accept her.

But right now, she hadn’t even taken the entrance exams and just waltzed in.

Who could accept that?

They were naturally proud.

A pride that stemmed from their own immense talent.

They respected true skill and despised academic frauds.

Mr. Ashwell frowned. “Bianca, this… this p>

He honestly wanted to know why the Chancellor had placed Serena in his class too.

But everything happened so fast.

He hadn’t had time to ask. “This was the administration’s decision.

_assume

Serena was specially approval ne

Before he could finish.

The boy

frame glasses adjusted his

frames and glared arrogantly at Serena, “Specially approved just

so I

tagans She used connections.ph

He sneered. “The Vanguard Honors Program is the pride of Marington. We don’t accept dead weight p>