Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Celine realized she had zoned out and found that she had fallen behind on most of the topics Betsy had covered in the latter half of the class.

She held her pen with her almond eyes fixed on the blackboard. However, only she knew that she did not understand a thing.

Seeing her stop taking notes, Rowen, who was sitting next to her, initially thought she had suddenly become smart and understood those two difficult multi-part questions.

Just as class was about to end, Betsy asked them to review once more. The person next to him pushed her workbook toward him and asked in a teary voice, “Can you teach me? I couldn't keep up with the teacher earlier.”

Celine knew that she had never been so embarrassed in her life. It was one thing not to excel in her studies, but to daydream during class like others was another.

It was obvious Rowen was a person who was excellent at mathematics. Even playing with a Rubik's cube did not hinder his ability to solve problems.

However, it was a different story for Celine. In just over ten seconds, if she looked up again, she could no longer keep up with what the teacher was saying.

By the time she had sorted out the steps from the beginning, the teacher had already moved on to another topic.

There were two multi-part questions. Celine did not have time to copy, nor did she have time to listen.

She really felt like crying.

Her voice was soft and tense, interspersed with a tremble that hinted at tears.

It sounded a little annoying.

Rowen glanced at Celine. Her eyes reddened again as if she was on the verge of bursting into tears if he were to reject her.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, snatched her notebook, and swiftly solved the two problems. “See for yourself,” he said.

Celine looked at Rowen with gratitude. “Thank you.”

Soon, Celine found another problem.

Rowen used a different approach to solve the problem. His method was clear and straightforward and solved a multi-part question in just seven steps. It was much simpler compared to the method used by Betsy.

But she could not understand!

For the first time, Celine realized how dumb she was. Even when she was betrayed by her so-called good friend, she had not felt this foolish.

She did not understand how to get from step three to step four. Rowen must have omitted some obvious conditions. Despite searching for a long time, she still could not comprehend it.

She did not understand either of the two questions.

Celine pursed her lips and looked earnestly at Rowen who was already packed up and waiting for school to end. “I... I don't understand,” she admitted.

No sooner had she finished speaking that her face turned red instantly.

Rowen was already feeling bothered. Hearing her words, his last bit of patience was gone. “How on earth did you manage to get into high school?”

Celine knew she was indeed weak. She bit her lip and did not dare to speak. She just pushed her workbook a little further toward Rowen's desk.

Celine did not push it all the way over. She only pushed a corner of the book toward him.

Rowen looked on and refused without any hesitation, “I'm busy. Ask someone else.”

At that moment, the bell signaling the end of class rang. Betsy, who was on the podium, said, “Class dismissed.”

Rowen got up and walked out. Celine opened her mouth to speak but held back.

She planned to ask someone for help, but it was only her second day since she transferred to this school. She did not know all her classmates yet and had no idea who among them was good at math.

Before she could even find someone to ask for help, Isobel in front of her suddenly turned around with a smug look on her face as she raised an eyebrow. “I told you, didn't I? Hanging out with Harper will only bring you trouble! This time you're punished and told to stand in one corner. Who knows, the next time you might have to reflect on your actions during the morning assembly!”

Celine knew she was naturally sensitive. It had been less than an hour since she was punished by standing, and here was Isobel, coming to rub salt in her wounds.

Celine's cheeks turned red with anger. Just as she was about to speak, Harper threw a workbook at Isobel. “Isobel, why are you so mouthy? I'm just copying homework. It's not like I'm you. You copied someone else's essay, won an award for it, and then played the victim when you were exposed!”

When Isobel's secret was exposed, her smug expression was completely wiped off her face. Her complexion fluctuated between pale and flushed as she looked at Harper and was almost driven to tears by her frustration.

Harper took her workbook back. “I'm warning you. If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll post all those things you did in junior high on the school forum. Let's see who's more disgusting!”

Upon hearing Harper's threat, Isobel finally got scared. She picked up her school bag and ran off immediately.

Someone curiously asked Harper about what Isobel had done in junior high school. Harper waved her hand dismissively. “Why are you so nosy? Do I know you that well?”

The girl, humiliated by Harper, was furious and retorted, “Isobel is right. You just can't stand to see others doing well, so you're always spreading rumors about them!”

Upon hearing that, Harper could not help but laugh. “Cara, what rumors have I spread? Just now, someone was gleefully asking me about Isobel's affairs. I didn't say anything, yet you accuse me of spreading rumors! It seems to me that you're the one who's trying to shift the blame!”

Cara could not out-talk Harper, so in the end, she picked up her schoolbag and ran off too.