Mirabe sighed as she watched her English teacher, who looked like she was about to cry if Mirabe didn''t take the book from her. With a reluctant motion, she epted the book.


    She took it quite half-heartedly.


    Suddenly, she felt a pang of understanding for Jenna''s despair every time she passed her an assignment.


    Alright, she decided, no more pranking Jenna.


    The math teacher next door had just finished reviewing Mirabe''s answers and came over, excitement written all over his face. He was about to speak when he saw the book in Mirabe''s hands and said, "Why waste your time on those novels when you could be cracking some math problems?"


    Ate''s temples began to throb at thement. She mmed her hands down on the desk, her temper ring as she snapped, "Mr. Brown, is it only you who''s allowed to dish out math problems? Can''t I encourage my students to broaden their horizons with a good book?"


    "You''re jeopardizing the future of a potential valedictorian. Can you afford that?” The math teacher stepped back, startled, and immediately mmed up.


    Seeing this, Ate''s expression softened slightly, and she went on to deliver a heartfelt lecture to Mirabe before finally letting her go.


    After digesting the English teacher''s pep talk, Mirabe was immediately summoned by the math teacher for a discussion about equations. The tireless dedication of both teachers had her yawning incessantly.


    So by the time she returned to the ssroom, Mirabe was not only carrying the books prepared by Ate but also a new set of math problems from Mr. Brown.


    Upon seeing the load in her arms, Jenna looked petrified, as if bracing for another onught, and reflexively blurted out, "Queen Mira, I''m begging you, have mercy and don''t dump more on me."


    Mirabe was perplexed.


    Jenna was on the brink of tears and then quickly suggested, "Or give it to Vincent from the Prodigy ss. He was just looking for you."


    Mirabe''s mouth twitched as she nced down at the pile of books and papers, realizing her desk mate had suffered quite enough at her hands.


    Sitting down and sliding into her chair, Mirabe ced the books on the table and reassured her, "These aren''t for you."


    Jenna''s tension melted away instantly, and she slumped over the desk, relieved, "You scared the life out of me."


    Mirabe nced at her and asked, "What did Vincent want with me?"


    "He came to ask for help with a problem, I think. I told him you were called to the office. He said to shoot him a message when you got back," Jenna exined. Mirabe had an idea of what Vincent needed. Pulling out her phone, she sent him two photos she had taken earlier in Mr. Brown''s office via Messenger.


    They were of the solutions to the problems from the recent mathpetition. Since thepetition papers weren''t handed out, she didn''t bother rewriting the answers and just took photos while she was with the math teacher.


    Soon after, Vincent replied with a message, “Thanks, and congrats on ranking first nationally in the mathpetition."


    Seeing the message, Mirabe simply sent back an emoji of pride.


    Vincent shook his head at Queen Mira''s smug emoji and sent another message.


    "Are you not curious about Jack''s score?"


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow and responded, "That''s a message you should be sending to Jack, not me."


    She was number one; she feared no one.


    Vincent typed back, "... You''re floating away, champ.”