"No blood relationship?" Teacher Zhang became even more curious, "Why?"
Even if they had different mothers, they should still be related by blood.
"I heard from Emma that Viola Thompson was a child her parents adopted at a young age. Because she was difficult to discipline, she was taken to the countryside by her grandmother. Now that her grandmother has passed away, Thompson Clan's parents brought her back."
"So that's how it is." No wonder Teacher Ye was unwilling to accept Viola.
Such an unruly little girl; if it were her, she would also be unwilling to take her in.
Even for a transient student, she would have to think about it.
Teacher Ye tidied up the teaching materials and said, "Mr. Jean, I won't keep chatting with you. I have a meeting."
"Alright. You go ahead."
...
On the other side.
When Elizabeth Thompson entered the classroom and sat down, she was surprised to see Teacher Ye leading a person down the corridor through the window.
That slender and graceful figure - who could it be but Viola Thompson?
How did a country girl like Viola, coming from the countryside, find this place?
Just as Elizabeth Thompson was in doubt, Teacher Ye was already leading Viola onto the stage, "Everyone, quiet down."
The noisy classroom instantly became silent, all focused on the stage.
More precisely, they were all looking at Viola.
"Damn, she's quite good-looking!"
"Who's better looking, her or Elizabeth Thompson?"
"Of course, the one on stage!"
"Is she a transfer student?"
"..."
The already quiet classroom started bubbling up again at this moment.
Hearing these comments, Elizabeth Thompson's face inevitably looked a bit bad.
She was the most beautiful girl in the class and even in the school. How could she tolerate someone else comparing her to others?
Especially when this person was a country girl from the countryside.
To her, this was simply a humiliation.
"Quiet!" Teacher Ye knocked with the teaching rod.
The class became quiet again.
Teacher Ye continued, "Let me introduce our new transient student, Viola Thompson. Viola, introduce yourself to your classmates."
Viola stood on the stage, her red lips gently parted, "Hello, everyone. I'm Viola Thompson. Big Thompson... '
A brief self-introduction, without any bells and whistles.
She didn't mention her home address or hobbies.
Normally, students who come to the International School showcase their language skills and abilities by introducing themselves in multiple languages, covering personal information, hobbies, and interests.
At least in both Chinese and English.
But Viola used only one language and just a simple sentence.
Could it be that she only knows Chinese?
That would be too low.
No wonder she's only a transient student.
Teacher Ye looked like she already expected it. She didn't know what the Thompson Clan was thinking by bringing such a person to the International School.
If she only speaks Chinese and can't understand other courses at all, what's the point of her coming to the International School?
Is it to waste time?
The students below the stage started whispering again after Viola finished speaking in just one sentence and showed no other signs.
"It seems like she only knows Chinese."
"I heard she's Elizabeth Thompson's sister from the countryside!"
"Oh, so it's her, the one with a good-for-nothing marriage contract!"
"No wonder she doesn't even know English."
"I've never seen a country person before!"
It was inevitable that these wealthy children would have a sense of superiority, since even the nannies and servants at home had urban residency permits, and their nannies drove Mercedes-Benz or BMWs when shopping for groceries. They were born with a golden spoon.
Upon hearing this, Elizabeth Thompson subtly curled the corners of her lips and stood straighter.
A beautiful person is made of poetry and books; beauty comes from the bones, not the skin.
Her beauty emanates from within.
Viola would only ever be a figure of ridicule in front of her.
Elizabeth Thompson's deskmate Mason nudged her with his elbow, asking curiously, "Emma, is she really your sister?"
"Yes." Elizabeth Thompson nodded.
With an incredulous expression, Mason said, "Oh my god! Your sister doesn't even know English?"
Keep in mind, Elizabeth Thompson was a language prodigy who could speak five languages.
"Mason, don't discriminate against my sister. She's actually had it pretty tough." Elizabeth Thompson continued, "She grew up with my grandmother in the countryside, and now that she's suddenly here, I think she must feel somewhat unbalanced emotionally. After all, I've had a privileged life since I was little, while she..."
Toward the end of her statement, Elizabeth Thompson seemed almost guilty.
"Actually, I feel like I've let my sister down."
"Unbalanced? What does she have to be unbalanced about? She's not your real sister anyway. Your parents were kind enough to adopt her and even found her a suitable fiancé. She's already very lucky! Why is she like this? She has no conscience at all! Besides, you haven't done anything wrong to her; it's because of her ungratefulness!" Mason defended the Thompson family and Elizabeth.
Viola was just an ungrateful and vicious person!
Elizabeth Thompson lowered her voice, "Mason, you must never talk like that. My sister is actually quite a good person. No matter what, she's my parents' daughter and my sister. Even though she doesn't have any blood ties with us, she'll always be our family. Whatever she does, we'll forgive her and be her strongest support."
Listening to Elizabeth Thompson's words, Mason was deeply moved, "Emma, you're so good! If it were me, I wouldn't have such a good temper!"
At the same time, Mason increasingly felt that Viola was not a good person.
If she were a good person, she would know gratitude.
Elizabeth Thompson smiled at Mason, "Mason, I'm not as good as you say."
Mason hugged Elizabeth's arm, "Emma, I wish I had a considerate sister like you. Unfortunately, I'm the only daughter in my family."
Who wouldn't envy having a sister like Elizabeth Thompson?
Except for an ungrateful and vicious person like Viola.
"It's okay; you can treat me as your sister." Elizabeth Thompson said.
That's the way Elizabeth Thompson was.
No matter when, she could always put herself in the purest and kindest position.
With just a few words, she could stir the emotions of those around her.
For example, right now Mason hadn't even interacted with Viola, but she already felt that Viola was not a good person and was a scheming hypocrite.
After introducing herself on stage, Teacher Ye pointed to a vacant seat at the back and said, "You can sit there."
The empty seat in the back row was close to the trash heap.
It was far from the blackboard, and there was no deskmate.
Viola didn't mind. She picked up her schoolbag and walked back there.
The eyes of the classmates followed her steps.
There was a somewhat gloating look in their eyes.
The first lesson in the morning was mathematics.
The math teacher was Teacher Ye.
Math class was taught entirely in English.
It was nothing for the students in the International School, but it was very difficult for Viola, a rural girl from the countryside.
Teacher Ye looked at Viola, expecting her to disrupt the class discipline by dozing off at her desk, but surprisingly, Viola listened attentively.
Pretending to understand when she didn't.
Such people are the most hypocritical.
Teacher Ye's eyes passed over Viola and said in English, "Elizabeth Thompson, please solve this problem."