Was there something off about the new kid?


    Ate mulled over this as she opened her mouth to say, “Sir, Ills..


    Anthony raised his hand with a flicker of impatience, “I have VIP guests inday, I need to head over there


    With that Anthony <b>was </b>gone.


    Ate watched Anthony’s retreating figure before turning back <b>to </b>Morgan. “Morgan, was the director nning of putting the <b>new </b>kid in your Prodigy <b>ss</b>?”


    There was a bit of a rivalry between Morgan and Ate, with one running the Prodigy ss and the other overseeing The Advanced ss. Although there <b>was </b>a clear <b>gap </b>in their performance, Morgan still worried about a dark horse from the experimental group outshining his Prodigy <b>ss</b>,


    Clearing his throat, Morgan replied, “Yes, but I refused. After all, the Prodigy ss Isn’t just for anyone,


    Ate detected a hint of mockery in Morgan’s victorious tone but kept her cool, smiling as she asked, “What do you mean by that, Morgan? Didn’t the new kid ace her entrance exams with perfect scores?”


    Morgan merely shrugged, “I don’t know, don’t ask me. Whether she had full marks or is top notch, she’s in your ss


    <b>now</b>.”


    Ate’s expression shifted as she caught <b>on </b>to the subtext. This ‘perfect scoring‘ new kid might not be so perfect after all. The perfect scores were likely just a smokescreen. No wonder Morgan looked like he was enjoying someo else’s misfortune.


    There was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, Ate turned and entered the office.


    Seeing Mirabe, Ate paused. The new kid was the same one she had brought here after collecting some documents from the principal’s office. She <b>had </b>been so preupied at the time that she didn’t realize… the new student would end up in her ss.


    Mixed emotions swirled within Ate. She coughed lightly and said, “Mirabe, you’re in ss 3 now. I’m your homeroom teacher, Ate. Come with me. Let’s get to the ss.” Her tone was neither bad nor particrly friendly. Unfortunately, Mirabe, who had been waiting In the office, <b>had </b>overheard the entire conversation outside. Anyone being forced into a ss as the ‘problematic‘ new kid would feel unwee. Mirabe understood Ate’s lukewarm attitude and simply responded obediently, “Okay.”


    Ate couldn’t help but take another look at Mirabe. The girl was pretty, humble, and docile. Humans are visual creatures. Even in a bad mood, beauty could lift the spirits. Ate was no exception.


    She remembered that Mirabe hailed from a small, somewhat remote town. They say kids from the countryside mature faster and are more sensible, which exined Mirabe’s docility.


    Well, for the sake of her obdience, Ate was willing to overlook even the worst grades.


    Before long. Ate led Mirabe Into the ssroom. The normally buzzing room fell silent at Ate’s entrance. Ate was strict and often wore a stern expression, earning her the nickname “The Iron Lady” among the students. many of whom feared her.


    Pleased with the discipline of her students, Ate cleared her throat and gestured to Mirabe, announcing. “This is a new student who has transferred from another school. Let’s all make sure to help her settle in.”


    She tactfully omitted the fact that Mirabe was from a small town.