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After confirming that she had found the right person, Renee smiled and politely asked, “This is a public elective class, but I didn’t bring my textbook… Do you mind if I take a look at yours?”

Gia glared at her and shoved the book she was holding in her direction. She didn’t care to look at it anyway.

Renee smiled gratefully and thanked her. Then, out of the blue, she let out a scream.

“What are you doing?” Gia was taken aback. “What’s wrong now?”

“Oh no, this isn’t my yearbook!” Renee pretended to panic. “So this isn’t my class… I should have called you senior!”

Gia rolled her eyes, feeling even more annoyed.

Everyone at this university was wealthy, but it seemed that the wealthy kids lacked intelligence. Just like the person standing in front of her. How did she even get into university if she couldn’t even distinguish her classes?

Renee stood frozen in panic, clutching the corner of her shirt with teary eyes.

Gia felt a sense of satisfaction seeing how timid Renee appeared. The second-generation rich may have money, but they were dumb. Despite not having money herself, she was much smarter than them. It always felt good to see someone beneath her, especially when that person held a high status and came from a privileged background but lacked capability in certain aspects.

Gia stood up, crossing her arms and adopting a condescending tone. “Hey! Are you new here?”

biting her

now, so how did you

this question, ensuring it was flawless. “I… I didn’t do well academically, but my family owns over 50 mines that need management. My parents couldn’t handle them, so they forced me to obtain a certificate before returning to inherit our family assets. But I failed to get into a university.

Gia felt even more superior

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about Gia? She had gotten in based on her own abilities, securing the second-highest score in the exams.

The thought of Lina infuriated

second-generation rich girl seemed genuinely honest. She appeared like an easy target, and it would

her a tissue. “Which building and class are you supposed to go to? I’m sure you

memory for a while, making it seem like a difficult task. Finally, she recalled with apparent effort, “I should be in Building

301. Your classroom is just across

and looked outside in an exaggerated manner. After confirming multiple times that the classroom across was indeed

you, senior! Thank you so

to be associated with someone so

students in the class

Ms.