Then, Ate asked Mirabe to introduce hersell to the ss.


    Standing before dozens of pairs of eyes, Mirabe was the picture of coolposure, not a hint of panic in her stance, She turned around, grabbed a marker from the tray, and began to scribe her name ‘Mirabe‘ on the whiteboard in swift, confident strokes,


    Her handwriting was beautiful, a rarity of the perfect script that seemed to carry an air of elegance, reflecting the cool aura that surrounded <b>her</b>,


    “Wow, the new girl is drop–dead gorgeous and has stunning penmanship. Talk about a double whammy.”


    “My heart’s racing all of a sudden.”


    “With those looks and that vibe, I’ve made up my mind–she’s my new crush!”


    Ate heard the students‘ murmurs and her face darkened in an instant. She let out a pointed cough, and just like that the buzzing ssroom fell silent,


    Quickly, she directed Mirabe to take a seat by the window on the far right, at thest empty desk. After a few <b>words </b>about the importance of diligence in studies, she let the students start on some quiet reading before <b>leaving </b>the ssroom.


    As soon as Ate exited, the room, once silent as church mice, erupted once again with chatter, mostly centered around the neer, Mirabe.


    “Hey, new kid. I’m Jenna. We’re desk buddies now. If you’ve got any questions, Just shoot!” Jenna <b>sald </b>with a friendly smile, her cute face and delicate features making her look like a kind–hearted pixle.


    Mirabe turned her head to look at Jenna and coolly raised an eyebrow. “Mind if I take a look at your chemistry textbook, cutie?”


    Jenna stared at Mirabe, her cheeks blushing a deep crimson at that pet name ‘cutie.‘ Realizing her own fluster<b>, </b>she quickly covered her face with her hands, thinking. “Oh my gosh, the new girl is such a flirt–my poor little heart can’t handle it.”


    Mirabe, who just wanted to borrow a textbook, was puzzled.


    Finally calming her racing heart, Jenna remembered Mirabe had asked for her book and hurriedly handed over her chemistry textbook. “Here you go.”


    “Thanks,” Mirabe responded with a light smile.


    Once again, Jenna felt her heartstrings tugged<b>, </b>and after a moment, she managed to stammer out a shy. “You’re wee<b>.</b>”


    Mirabe offered Jenna another semi–smile <b>and </b>then returned to the textbook in her hands.


    Jenna swallowed hard, thinking how lucky she was to share a desk with someone so beautiful and cool. Yet, seeing how studious the new girl appeared <b>made </b>Jenna feel ashamed of her casual approach to learning. With that thought. Jenna subconsciously reached for a book of her own.


    Rumors traveled fast, and by the end of the morning, nearly the entire senior ss knew about the stunningly attractive girl who had transferred into The Advanced ss Three. Curiosity had led many students to sneak peeks at Mirabe during their breaks. Afterying eyes on her, students returned to their ssrooms, buzzing with talk about the beautiful transfer student. So, before long, word reached Summer in the Prodigy ss.


    Summer, with her above–average grades and upper–middle ranking in the Prodigy ss, was unsettled by the stir Mirabe had caused in just one morning across <b>the </b>senior year.


    Before Mirabe’s arrival, Summer had enjoyed the status of the undisputed campus queen, especially after her surge in poprity from the Superstar Camp.