Chapter 402
Chapter 402:
From what Sloane observed, it was clear to her that Jordyn didn’t stand a chance against Fernanda in the campus beauty pageant. The title wasn’t just about looks—it was about being exceptional in every way. The winner had to shine with personality, uniqueness, and other qualities that Jordyn simply didn’t possess when compared to Fernanda.
Fernanda, on the other hand, had an undeniable charm. She didn’t need to stand out forcefully; she was naturally captivating, effortlessly drawing attention.
“Okay, for the next question, I’ll pick someone else to answer,” Jordyn announced. “Since you’re students at Esaham University, I’m sure none of you will have any trouble with this.”
On the large screen behind her, a challenging economics problem appeared, requiring intricate mathematical models to solve. Below, students began to murmur and debate, their voices a low buzz in the room.
Fernanda tuned in closely, noting how the answers varied significantly—each student seemed to have come up with a completely different solution.
Jordyn, a doctoral student from another university, stood at the front. As students were called on to answer, there was a clear sense of pressure. No one wanted to be wrong, as their answers reflected not just themselves, but their entire institution.
Fernanda’s sharp gaze was fixed on the screen, her arms crossed tightly. She leaned back in her chair, her face serious as she focused intently on the problem.
Sloane let out a sigh, slumping further over her desk. “Fernanda, seriously, stop staring. This is a battle for the economics experts, not for people like us.”
The student beside Fernanda overheard and decided to join in. Noticing Fernanda wasn’t writing anything down, he asked politely, “Need some paper or a pen?”
With a gentle smile, Fernanda shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m fine.”
The student adjusted his glasses, unable to shake the thought that Fernanda didn’t exactly seem like she belonged here.
Curious, he asked, “Which department are you in? Economics or Finance?”
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Fernanda gave a calm smile and answered without hesitation, “Esports Academy.”
The sound of a pen hitting the floor broke the silence with a sharp clatter. In a rush, he bent down to grab it, but as he stood back up, he accidentally bumped his head against the desk.
“Sorry,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his face. It was hard to tell whether it was from the pain or the embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have interrupted you.” Without waiting for a response, he quickly turned to his neighbor on the left, clearly done with the conversation with Fernanda.
Sloane couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter.
“Alright, we’re running out of time,” Jordyn smiled, glancing around the room. “I’m sure everyone has come up with their answers by now. You should have some great responses. Let’s see… I’ll call on… the student in seat thirty-three in the second row.”
Students in the second row immediately turned to check their seat numbers, then shifted their attention to the front.
Sloane’s heart skipped a beat when she realized the spotlight might be on her. In a flash, she turned to look at her seat number—thirty-four. Letting out a relieved breath, she relaxed, realizing she was off the hook.
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