Chapter 403

Chapter 403:

Just as Sloane thought she could breathe easy, a sudden realization hit her: if her seat was thirty-four, then seat thirty-three had to be…

Sloane wasn’t the only one; several other students also turned their gaze toward Fernanda.

Fernanda met their stares, quickly understanding. Sure enough, she was sitting in seat thirty-three.

With all eyes on her, Fernanda stood up with calm composure.

Since the welcome party at the start of the school year, Fernanda had become a bit of a local celebrity, and many students recognized her right away.

Now that her name had been called, there was a nervous buzz in the air. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, wondering how she would respond. Fernanda was from the Esports Academy. What was someone like her doing at an economics lecture?

And more importantly, how could a student from the Esports Academy possibly handle such a difficult question? This could be embarrassing for the school!

Up on stage, Jordyn flashed a confident smile and said, “Would you mind coming up and sharing your answer with us? I’m sure you won’t turn me down, will you?”

Fernanda planned to treat herself to a lottery ticket once the lecture wrapped up.

With over a thousand people packed into the lecture hall, being picked seemed like a stroke of sheer luck.

To Fernanda, there was more to this coincidental situation.

Maybe Jordyn was intentionally calling on her to answer the question.

What was she after? To make a spectacle of her?

Almost everyone in the audience turned to look at Fernanda, instantly making her the center of attention.

She stood, unruffled.

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“I’m right in the middle, so I won’t come up,” Fernanda said, looking at Jordyn on the stage. “Could you bring the microphone over?”

With a smile, Jordyn left the stage and handed the microphone to Fernanda. As she did, Jordyn’s fingers brushed against Fernanda’s, cold as a winter’s morning, sending a chill through her.

A hint of a smile played on Fernanda’s lips, her confidence unmistakable.

“Laser pointer,” she added, not missing a beat.

Jordyn passed her the laser pointer as well.

Stepping back, Jordyn watched as the boy next to Fernanda gave her a gentle elbow nudge. “Hey, if you’re stuck, just sneak a peek at my notebook and read it aloud.”

He was still working through the numbers, but his logic was on display. If Fernanda could explain his approach, that would do the trick.

Everyone has their niche, and since economics wasn’t Fernanda’s field, she didn’t need to nail it—just enough to hold her own and not look out of her depth. Fernanda handed the notebook back to him.

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