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."

she was busy doing live broadcasts and establishing Starlight Media, so she didn't have to

to examinations to flip the untouched textbook and digest everything in a short period

aced her exams every single time.

narrowly graduated from university, Michelle was

young, I still managed to cultivate my other talents. I obtained a tenth-grade in piano, a professional qualification

that there were professional and amateur levels in each of the extra-curricular activities that she had participated

she continued naming all the other qualifications or memberships that

wanted to clean her ears due to boredom.

stage, Miss Walsh?" She pointed at the piano on stage

a great idea for Michelle to show off her talents in front of Leo. However, Amelie merely mentioned that just to get away

if you

looked as if she was only going to

made a beeline for the

annoying piece of gum. Amelie finally felt

not eaten lunch yet

famished.

on stage, she strode toward the buffet table.

was arranged neatly.

Amelie wasn't short of money, she wasn't extremely particular when it came to food. Upon seeing the delicate dishes on the table that resembled works of art, she couldn't

over, a waiter lifted the lid for

took a seat, and enjoyed her

music rang in

admit that Michelle played the piano very well. It did somehow stimulate her appetite.

done with her meal, Michelle was still playing the piano.

the direction

be a crowd surrounding the

a pity." Amelie sighed.

brat doesn't know that she shouldn't go

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

the crowd and instead

a few rounds, she noticed a few glasses placed on the table.

in the glasses, and the colors made them

the same amount but in the shape of

nowhere, she recalled videos of foreigners striking

from the

expected, the sound produced was pleasant.

more times, she realized that the glasses produced vibrant

her mind was filled with a melody.

and started playing

was right about the piano performance. After the crowd listened to a few more pieces, they started getting sick of it

of a woman's voice