Chapter 423
Chapter 423:
But over time, thanks to Wendy’s explanations, she realized archaeology wasn’t just about the thrill of discovery. It involved painstaking research and preservation after excavation. She had seen Wendy use advanced computer software to analyze scattered bone fragments, reconstruct them into a complete skeleton, and then digitally add layers of flesh to reveal how the person might have looked when they were alive.
It was fascinating to imagine what people from thousands of years ago might have looked like.
“This skull will be in our dorm for a few days. You’re not scared, are you?” Wendy asked.
Fernanda shook her head, unfazed. “No, not at all.”
Satisfied, Wendy said nothing more and returned to her study.
A few days later, Fernanda received a notification from the event organizers. The online voting channel for the beauty pageant had officially opened, and participants were encouraged to gather votes for themselves.
Aidan posted the link in the group chat with a message that read: “Everyone, please share this link with your friends and families! Let’s get them to cast their precious votes for Fernanda!”
Everyone in the group responded with excitement, hoping for Fernanda to win. Aidan went all out. He printed flyers and posters and even rallied students to promote Fernanda offline.
One evening, Fernanda invited Neal, Levi, and Alex to join her for dinner.
After a long day of handing out flyers, Levi and Alex looked utterly exhausted.
Hunched over his plate, Levi shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days and grumbled between bites, “I didn’t even work this hard during my college entrance exams. Aidan’s dead set on winning that prize money.”
Alex chuckled. “He’s been wanting to upgrade our computers for ages, but the budget never gets approved. Now, he’s betting everything on this competition to fund it.”
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Neal turned to Fernanda. “Fernanda, you’ll have to campaign for yourself this weekend, right? Have you figured out how you’re going to do it?”
Fernanda shook her head. “Not yet.”
Earlier that afternoon, she had checked her ranking and found herself outside the top ten, nowhere near the top spot.
The leading candidates were already celebrities, with dedicated fan bases voting for them in overwhelming numbers.
The so-called campaign involved appearances, events, and performances—essentially informal fan meetings for these stars. It was an easy way to skyrocket their votes.
For someone like Fernanda, who was just an ordinary person, it all seemed pointless. Even if she were willing to perform, nobody would care to watch her.
Aidan’s relentless pleading wore her down. By the weekend, she accompanied him to the event venue.
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