Chapter 517
His deskimate said, “It’s from a screenshot shared in our guys‘ dorm group chat. But this gid’s been making waves lately I heard she’s student at our Parkside High School, so I was wondering if you knew her”
Vincent was a sturdy hend, never the sort to squander his time on livestreams or TV, so he had no clue that Mirabella was the talk of the town for appearing on a popular show
Vincent didn’t answer his question but instead inquired, “Making waves? What do you mean?
“You know, have you ever watched Country Comfort? She got famous from being on that show, and they say she’s a student at Parkside High School,” the deskmate explained briefly.
“Never seen it.” Vincent shook his head, handed his friend’s phone back, and took out his own to do a quick search. Sure enough, a bunch of clips popped up.
Clicking on one, he fast forwarded through and there she was – Queen Mira herself.
Queen Mira on a show like that? Vincent was genuinely shocked.
Noticing his odd expression, his deskmate asked, “Do you recognize her?”
Vincent’s thoughts snapped back, and after a moment’s consideration, he replied, “Don’t know her.”
He figured Mirabella must not want to be recognized by folks at school since she kept her face hidden on the show, so naturally, he couldn’t spill the beans.
“Oh, for a second I thought you figured out who she was,” his deskmate said, not pressing further, well aware that Vincent was all about hitting the books.
Clearing his throat, the deskmate went on gossiping, “Someone in our dorm’s been hooked on that livestream, digging around trying to confirm if she really is from Parkside High School.”
Although Mirabella was a well-known figure at Parkside High School, she kept a low profile, rarely mingling much. And now, she was regarded as the ace student. Even though plenty had seen Country Comfort, few connected the dots between her and the mysterious girl on the show
Vincent idly twirled his phone, then finally said, “Doesn’t look like someone from our school.”
“Maybe,” his classmate shrugged.
Vincent glanced at him, dropping his aloof demeanor for once and advised, “You’d be better off spending your time on books and tests instead of gossip.”
Thinking of the stack of review material Mirabella had sent him, he added with a hint of sternness, “I’ll bring some test papers tomorrow. Compile a list of students whose quiz scores dropped last week. We’ve got to patch up the gaps and can’t afford to drag down the Prodigy Class.”
His deskmate watched him expressionlessly for a long moment before finally saying, “Man, you’re a real taskmaster.” He himself was on that list of students whose scores had slipped.
Vincent’s lips twitched into a smile. “Thanks for the compliment.”
After that, Vincent cheerfully turned away, pondering 10 [Hey, your mask’s slipping.]
eeconds before he opened his phone and shot Mirabella a message. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
On the receiving end, Mirabella was utterly baffled by the cryptic text and replied with a question mark. But after sending it, she got no response from Vincent as if he deliberately chose to stay silent.
Although Mirabella found it weird, she didn’t press the issue and settled back into the quietest corner of the library to continue reading.
Around four in the afternoon, her phone buzzed on the table.