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Chapter_81
John burst into the physics classroom, out of breath and clearly distressed. “Yve, something happened!” he shouted, his voice tight with urgency.
Bonnie, who had been trying to sneak in a nap between classes, groggily rubbed at her messy hair and blinked up at him. “What’s going on? Weren’t you supposed to be helping the teacher in the physics office? Why are you back so soon?” she asked, still half asleep.
Yvette, lounging in her usual nonchalant fashion, leaned back against her chair, legs propped up on the windowsill as she typed casually on her phone. [The game is too easy. Redo it.]
Meanwhile, across the world in Betrico, a young man with a charming baby face and black-rimmed glasses sat at a cluttered desk. He looked disappointed as he read a message from Yvette. The lunchboxes around him remained unopened as he sighed and returned to his work. He had hoped for more praise from his “boss,” but all he got was another round of revisions.
Back in the classroom, John handed Yvette a piece of paper with a grave expression. “Yve, look at this. Your name’s on this list.”
Yvette glanced at the paper, her eyes narrowing when she saw the bold heading: 20th Art Festival Participant List.
Bonnie leaned in, squinting at the list. “So what? We already know Yve’s in the painting event. Why are you making a fuss about this? Didn’t you bet on her to win? What’s the big deal?”
John’s face darkened as he shook his head. “No, Bonnie. This isn’t just about Yve’s participation in one event.” He paused, looking pointedly at the list. “Look at the event listed after her name.”
Bonnie followed his gaze, and after a moment of searching, her eyes widened in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes, sure that she must be seeing things. “Wait—Yve, when did you sign up for four events?” she stammered.
Yvette, her expression calm and composed despite the growing tension, glanced at the list without surprise. “It’s not me,” she said simply.
Bonnie and John instantly understood. It was clear to them that someone had tampered with the registration, and the most likely culprit was Ruby. They exchanged a look, then spoke in unison: “Ruby.”
Yvette nodded slightly, her expression still unshaken. “Yes. It’s probably her.”
Bonnie’s face flushed with anger, her fists tightening. “That’s it! I’m going to talk to Mr. Sunderland about this. This is ridiculous. Ruby’s clearly trying to set you up, Yve. I’ve been wondering who changed the rules for the festival so suddenly to allow four events—and now it’s crystal clear. She thinks she can just do whatever she wants because she runs the student council.”
John, equally upset, added, “Yve, we can’t just let this slide. I overheard some students gossiping about you earlier, saying that you’re overestimating yourself. The forum’s already gone viral with this news, and it’s making you look bad. We need to talk to Mr. Sunderland, get your name removed, and make sure this isn’t happening.”
Bonnie’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait, John—did you say the forum? How did the news spread so fast?”
John’s frustration was palpable as he shook his head. “As soon as the list was released, the student council posted it on the forum. It got a ton of attention, and now it’s everywhere.”
A few classmates who had overheard them rushed to their phones, eager to check the forum. Sure enough, the top post read: [Art Festival Highlights (The Physics Department’s Campus Beauty Yvette Signs Up for Four Events)]
The comments below had already exploded, with hundreds of people discussing it:
“Wait, is that Yvette from the physics department who beat Sharon? Or is it a different person?”
“Yeah, it’s her. She signed up for four events: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. How impressive.”
“No way. Do you really think she can handle all that? I think she’s just looking for attention.”
“I agree. It’s all a stunt.”
“Definitely. She’s just trying to make herself look good.”
Bonnie was beside herself. “Yve, how are you still so calm? This is crazy! Let’s go talk to Mr. Sunderland and get your name taken off the list right now!”
But Yvette, still leaning back and gazing out the window, shook her head slowly. “No need. Let her have her way.”
Bonnie and John were stunned by Yvette’s calmness. They didn’t speak immediately, respecting Yvette’s decision. After a brief silence, they both spoke together, “Yve, we believe in you.”
Just then, Ryan rushed into the room, clearly hearing the news. His footsteps faltered when he heard Yvette’s indifferent tone, and he froze for a moment, surprised by her lack of concern. It was as if she had already known what was going on. He had heard rumors that Ruby might be behind it, trying to sabotage Yvette’s chances—but Yvette didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.
Ryan’s own expression darkened, his icy demeanor matching his growing concern for Yvette. If she already knew, then there was no need for him to intervene. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little perplexed. Was Ruby’s plan really going to backfire this badly?
Yvette turned and smiled, her beauty striking against the soft sunlight streaming into the room. Bonnie’s instincts told her that Ruby’s plot might just fall apart spectacularly, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of worry. Still, she held onto her belief in Yvette. If anyone could turn this around, it was her.
Two days later, Bonnie was as supportive as ever. On the day of the competition, she poured her energy into cheering Yvette on. As the moon began to rise and the sky darkened, the tension in the air was palpable.
After the day’s events, Bonnie returned to the dorm, showered, and immediately fell asleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster.
Meanwhile, Yvette stood on the balcony of their dorm, dressed in black and almost blending into the night. The moonlight illuminated her features as she stood there, a little weary from the recent events.
It had been a long time since she’d dreamt of the nightmares that once haunted her—nightmares of blood and violence. As she rubbed her temples, trying to push the memories aside, her phone rang, jolting her back to the present.
Yvette looked at the phone screen for a moment before answering, her voice steady as she greeted the caller. “Hello, it’s me, Jeremiah.”
