When I Was A Wallflower

With his hands behind his back, Leo appeared aloof and intimidating as his black suit set off his fair skin.

Leo! Michelle dared not call his name out loud. She merely mouthed his name and gritted her teeth, tears almost rolling down her face.

When she came downstairs, Leo followed her from behind.

The reason she couldn't give up on pestering Amelie was to prove that she was better than the latter. She refused to be the losing party as it made her feel humiliated.

Watching the aggrieved look on Michelle's face, Amelie slowly returned to her senses.

I knew it! Michelle was the daughter of a wealthy family. How could she be willing to be a laughingstock without reason?

Since Michelle did all that just to attract Leo's attraction, she decided to play along with her.

As if not noticing Leo, Amelie changed her expression and grabbed Michelle's hands. "Miss Walsh, you're right. The New Year shows are just pure entertainment. They aren't sophisticated events at all. I'm sure someone as excellent as you don't even enjoy watching them."

Her response took Michelle aback.

Upon hearing her compliment, Michelle immediately assumed that Amelie was mocking her.

The more she thought, the more eager she was to prove how excellent she was. Hence, she announced, "I'm not considered outstanding in my family, but at least I graduated from a prestigious Ivy League university. Anyone who graduated from an Ivy League university is naturally exceptional. So far, no one I know of has graduated from an Ivy League university!"

Amelie was speechless at that.

Did all Ivy League university students behave like her? Did all of them look down on people and act almighty?

Was the Ivy League some kind of joke?

However, Amelie didn't forget her original intention. She purposely raised her voice in exaggeration and exclaimed, "Wow! Ivy League?! That's so cool! I can't compare to you, Miss Walsh. My university can't even get into whatever league in Corynthea. It is merely an ordinary university."

Michelle couldn't stifle a laugh upon hearing that.

That woman was indeed dumb. She didn't even seem to know what Ivy League was!

The guests who overheard Amelie laughed out loud as well.

Some thought she was being funny, but some carried the same thought as Michelle who assumed Amelie was ignorant.

Of course, Amelie heard their laughter, but she didn't care.

Others couldn't simply judge one's intelligence. What mattered most was one's own thoughts.

As if not understanding why the crowd was laughing, she continued, "Even though I studied at an ordinary university, I merely strove to graduate."

and establishing Starlight Media, so she

to examinations to flip the

her exams every single time.

she heard that Amelie narrowly graduated from university, Michelle

announced in a clear and loud voice, "Even though school was tough for me since young, I still managed to cultivate my other talents. I obtained a tenth-grade in piano, a professional qualification in violin, a

word "professional" for fear that Amelie didn't know that there were professional and amateur levels in each of the extra-curricular activities that she had

all the other qualifications or memberships that

her

you perform a song for us on stage, Miss Walsh?" She pointed at

to show off her talents in front of Leo. However, Amelie merely mentioned that just to get away from her. She

readily. "Sure, if you want to hear me play."

was only going to play for Amelie out of

made a beeline for

rid of that annoying

that she had not eaten lunch yet after being occupied the whole

famished.

strode toward the buffet table.

delicacies was arranged neatly.

food. Upon seeing the delicate dishes on

a waiter lifted the

some food, took a seat, and enjoyed

music rang in her ears.

beat. She had to admit that Michelle played the

with her meal, Michelle was still

couldn't help looking in the direction of the

be a crowd

a pity." Amelie

know that she shouldn't go overboard on certain things.

was played, the music would only blend into the background after being played repeatedly.

crowd and instead

a few glasses placed on the table.

glasses, and the

but in the shape

of nowhere, she recalled videos of foreigners striking the glasses to produce sounds.

asked for a steel spoon from the waiter and tentatively tapped the

produced was pleasant.

realized that the glasses produced vibrant sounds.

was filled with a melody.

and started playing

other hand, Amelie was right about the piano performance. After the crowd listened to

of a woman's voice combined with the sounds