?Chapter 337:


    Ethan’s experience at Wront University was nothing like he had pictured. This wasn’t the kind of school he had imagined!


    At that moment, he heard a voice nearby. “Hmm?”


    Ethan nced over and spotted a girl strolling down the stairs. She was in uniform, though the bottom of her shirt was tucked into her waistband, and a lollipop hung from her mouth. Her hands were buried in her pockets, and her stance screamed boredom.


    Two other girls with dyed hair trailed behind her, obviously herckeys.


    The girl looked at Ethan, intrigued. She pulled the lollipop from her mouth and teased, “Wow, what’s the asion today? I can’t believe someone’s being punished to stand outside ss One! That’s a first!”


    She slipped the lollipop back in, raising an eyebrow at her friends. “Who’s this guy?”


    The three young women were from ss Three. While they ranked at the bottom academically, they were experts at gathering gossip. One of them quickly spoke up. “I heard he’s a new transfer. He got put in ss One.”


    The second one added, “I’ve heard he caught Mnie’s eye on his first day. Now everyone’s shutting him out. And they say he’s from the slums.”


    “Slums?” The young woman smirked, immediately putting the pieces together. Twirling her lollipop, she said, “Well, that exins everything. This guy clearly doesn’t know his ce. A slum kid in ss One? He’s basically asking for trouble.” Her twockeys quickly jumped on board.


    “Exactly! I’m sure he won’tst a week!”


    “I’ll bet — he won’t even make it two days before he quits.”


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    The young woman grinned around her lollipop, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Five hundred bucks says he doesn’tst half a day.” With that, she flicked her hair and strolled off without a care.


    Her followers hurried after her, whispering between themselves.


    “Marisa, you really think he won’t make it? He’s a guy. He can’t be that delicate, right?”


    “Damn, I feel like I’m about to lose another five hundred to you. Can I back out of the bet?”


    “No!” the girl snapped, her voice icy.


    She bit down on her lollipop, crushing it, and pulled out her phone to make a call.


    “Hey, Maxwell, I need you to send me some cash.”


    On the other end, Maxwell paused before responding, “Marisa! Didn’t I just give you money yesterday? How are you already out? Do you think money grows on trees?” Marisa didn’t bother listening.


    She ended the call before Maxwell could finish his words.


    A few secondster, her phone vibrated with a new alert.


    She got ten thousand dors from her brother Maxwell.


    “How cheap,” Marisa Payne grumbled, her lip curling in disdain. Nevertheless, she decided that a little was better than none.


    The sound of the bell marked the end of the lesson.


    The teacher stepped out, and Ethan’s time in trouble came to an end.


    He walked back in and was just about to take his seat.


    Without warning, he fell hard to the floor.


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