Class was over.
Olivia Clark packed her bag, planning on returning home to deal with it somehow, avoiding any mix-ups from the housemaids.
But just as she stepped out of the door.
A few girls approached her enthusiastically, "Olivia, I heard you made it to the final round?"
Olivia paused, turning around with a mild smile, her manner cultured and friendly, "Yes, the finals are the day after tomorrow, I'm still a bit nervous."
The girl immediately teased, "Nervous? You're already so strong. Can any competing art student from other academies beat you? Stop being so humble."
Olivia bashfully tucked her hair behind her ears, "It's not like that, there are always better people out there. Everyone else is very strong too."
On the other side.
James Woolley, with one hand in his pocket, climbed the stairs. He held the latest gaming console that hadn't officially launched yet. A guy nudged his shoulder, "Hey, stop playing and look at your goddess."
Only then did James look up.
