Cecilia Vaughn herself is quite a beauty, praised for her looks since childhood.
As for handso n, she’s seen plenty. There’s Adrian Law, cold and noble, Zion Prescott, heroic and elegant, or Felix Lockwood with his enchanting eyes...
Yet the young man before her, who seed just seventeen or eighteen, was no less attractive than those others.
Seeing his features clearly, Cecilia couldn’t help but be amazed.
After a mont, she suddenly rembered he was asking for directions.
"You’re looking for the Art Departnt building?"
The young man on the Harley looked down at Cecilia and nodded lazily.
"That’s right, do you know where it is?"
Perhaps due to his mixed-race heritage, under the sun, his complexion was almost glowing, looking like a vampire nobility unafraid of sunlight.
Cecilia sighed internally at his good looks. Luckily, she only liked Adrian Law, and was already resistant to male beauty.
"Turn left at the intersection ahead, then walk straight for about three hundred ters, then turn right. There’s a big polo tree in front of the building."
"Okay, thanks."
The gloomy young man glanced at Cecilia with a detached tone even in his thanks.
With a slight nod, he rode off on his Harley, disappearing in a trail of dust.
Seeing his silhouette quickly vanish from view, Cecilia suddenly felt a bit envious.
Having your own transport is great!
But... since when did the Art Departnt have such a striking student?
If there was, Bella Prescott, the gossip queen, would know for sure, but she hadn’t ntioned anything...
...
As Cecilia thought about it, she glanced at the ti on her phone and was shocked.
Oh no, it’s over!
This is Professor Sanders’ oil painting class, the strictest in the departnt, and there’s only seven minutes left. She’d have to sprint to make it in ti!
Feeling incredibly frustrated, Cecilia forgot all about her image and dashed towards the Art Departnt building.
...
She ran till she was out of breath, attracting many surprised looks, but Cecilia couldn’t care less.
Ding ding ding...
The class bell rang!
I’m ssed up!
With the bell ringing in her ears, Cecilia dashed frantically towards the classroom door.
As the bell stopped, she leaned against the classroom door, gasping for breath, and shouted, "Reporting."
"Whatever you do, you need to be a bit proactive, Classmate Vaughn. You’re disturbing other students, don’t you know?"
Professor Sanders shot a stern look that seed far from friendly.
"Sorry, I’ll be more careful next ti."
Cecilia silently lanted, hoping that her diligence with howork and classwork would smooth things over.
However, Professor Sanders scolded coldly.
"You interrupted the new student’s self-introduction, stand outside for ten minutes."
"..."
Professor Sanders was nicknad the male Iron Nun by the Art Departnt students, not without reason.
Cecilia felt resigned. In the Finance Departnt, with hundreds of students, teachers didn’t know everyone and were lenient. The Art Departnt’s small class size felt like being back in high school.
Sitting in the back row, Bella Prescott felt sympathy, winking at the standing Cecilia.
...
Cecilia obediently walked to the back of the door, only then noticing a rebellious figure still standing on the podium, their eyes eting across the air.
It was him!
The mixed-race handso stranger who asked for directions!
The sester had long started, yet there were still new students arriving?
Cecilia was surprised, but the other had already looked away, writing his na boldly on the blackboard.
The young man’s introduction was crisp and direct, with not a trace of hesitation, not even the usual "Hello everyone."
"Sean Grant."
His voice, like his looks, was arrogant and cold, with a touch of gloom.
Like dark stars in the universe, perhaps.
...
"Is the introduction over just like that?"
"Yeah, I wanted to know more, sob sob."
"He’s so handso, that face, those legs, it’s like a character from a manga!"
The girls below whispered, almost fainting from his looks.
Professor Sanders’ old face was serious, abruptly giving a cold snort.
"What are you chatting about! Such lack of class discipline!"
Instantly, silence fell all around.
Professor Sanders was finally satisfied, turning a friendly gesture towards Sean Grant.
"Let reintroduce, this is Classmate Sean Grant, a Vessarian-Veridian mixed-race student, who grew up in Vessaria, but speaks excellent Mandarin."
"Moreover, Classmate Sean Grant is a talented student from the Caelus National Academy of Fine Arts, here for our exchange program this year."
This announcent brought more exclamations.
"No wonder his skin is so fair and his features so defined, he’s mixed-race!"
"Oh my, a top student from Caelus Academy! So impressive!"
...
Professor Sanders sent piercing eyes at the girls, who then settled down.
"Classmate Grant, our Art Departnt has fixed seating this year, where would you like to sit?"
Sean Grant raised his finger, and the female students around him clutched their hearts, hoping for so good fortune.
At that mont, Sean Grant pointed to the seat next to Bella Prescott.
"There, I guess."
Bella nearly swooned from his handsoness—oh my god, a handso guy as her deskmate, she felt like she’d won the lottery!
Wait... next to her... isn’t that Cecilia’s seat?
Bella imdiately felt the pang and looked towards Cecilia at the door, thinking she’d have to choose her friend over a handso guy!
...
"No way!"
"That’s not allowed, Classmate Grant absolutely cannot sit there!"
Suddenly, two opposing female voices echoed through the classroom.
One was Cecilia standing at the door, no surprise, since it was her seat.
But the other was surprising indeed.
——It was Art Departnt class president, this year’s Stellerton University beauty, Katherine North.
Most surprisingly, Katherine even stood up in excitent, drawing everyone’s attention.
...
Realizing she was too excited, Katherine felt a bit self-conscious.
She forced a smile, making up an excuse amid everyone’s questioning eyes.
"That’s the back row, Classmate Grant is a mixed-race student and it’s his first ti in Veridia, he might not be used to listening in class, sitting too far back will affect his learning."
Sean Grant’s voice was indifferent.
"It won’t, my Mandarin is very good."
"..."
Being countered like this made Katherine’s face flush slightly, but she still insisted.
"Classmate Grant, that’s not the point..."
However, Sean Grant directly ignored her and walked towards Cecilia’s seat.
Katherine suddenly felt anxious, even her heart skipped a beat.
...
At the classroom door, Cecilia saw Katherine more anxious than even her, and narrowed her almond eyes.
Could it be that sothing was up with her desk?
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