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Gwen's POV: The wind from the grand hall rushed into the corridor, carrying the crisp, cold scent of an early autumn morning. Chloe’s ear-piercing shriek bounced sharply off the walls as her silhouette lunged straight for my face, five scarlet-painted fingernails clawing outward.Under my enhanced vision, Chloe’s frantic movements suddenly slowed down to a ridiculous degree. I could clearly see every muscle on her face contorting in sheer humiliation, and my ears caught the frantic, rapid thudding of her heart. I chose to stand perfectly still, wanting to see exactly what she was capable of.The moment those five sharp, pointed fingertips were mere centimeters from the tip of my nose—bringing with them a gust of wind heavy with expensive perfume—I casually leaned my torso back. It was an effortless dodge, like a leaf slipping away from a venomous draft.Having lunged with all her might, Chloe had no way to pull back. Her swipe caught nothing but empty air, causing her to lose her bal

Gwen POV:The morning bell rang incessantly, echoing off the stone walls before fading into the stillness of the early autumn morning. The curious crowd from earlier had dispersed, leaving the hallway vast and empty. I stood before the thick glass door of the Academic Affairs Office, took a steady breath, and pushed it open. The silence inside was heavy, punctuated only by the steady hum of the HVAC system and the rhythmic clacking of keyboards from the workstations.I walked straight to the desk of the middle-aged HR administrator buried behind her computer screen. A brass nameplate on her vest read: Director of Academic Affairs - Eleanor Albright."Excuse me, I need to check my class schedule." I spoke up, placing my old student ID on the polished wooden desk with a sharp clack.Ms. Eleanor looked up, scanning my neatly layered short hair and tailored trousers with the polite, distant gaze usually reserved for high-society heiresses. She picked up the card, swiped it through the rea

Gwen POV:The cool, metallic name tag in my homeroom teacher's hand was the first weapon I chose to confront Blackwood with. The twisted faces and teeth clenched in frustration from the young ladies at the tables above me filled my field of vision. No one in this academy knew the connection between me and the Miller family, much less that I had actively walked away from that clan. In their eyes, I was merely someone without a backbone, a tasty piece of bait for the dirty games of the elite. This class president seat for the Advanced Class—with its power to allocate research resources and engage directly with the Board of Directors—was the steel shield I needed to survive on my own.Facing those gazes awaiting a cowardly kneel, I pushed my chair back and stood up. I stepped out of the back row, heading straight for the podium. The steady, dry click of my heels against the wooden floor forced every whisper to retreat to the sides. I stopped right next to the teacher's desk, looked down

Gwen POV:"Official Announcement from the Board of Trustees and Administration: The Supplemental Disciplinary Appendix is now in effect, starting this semester. From this moment on, any individual violation resulting in a deduction of system points will directly trigger a collective penalty, impacting the class's total competitive standing and research resource quotas. For cases of intentional disruption, the Board will enforce suspension, regardless of any external intervention."The wall-mounted speaker crackled before falling silent. A heavy hush descended upon the Advanced class, only to be shattered by a sudden, frantic buzz of whispers.From the front row, a stack of glossy, coated-paper documents was passed back. When it reached my desk, I glanced briefly at the sharp, black-inked text before calmly folding it away. Academy regulations were never arbitrary—especially not when I had been class president for less than two hours."Oh wow, what kind of rule is this? One person mess

The main lecture hall was so silent that the whistling of the wind through the window gaps could be heard. Jessica’s henchmen still stood around her, ready to scream if I even dared to sneeze.I stood on the podium and placed the tablet onto the teacher’s metal desk. A sharp, metallic clack echoed through the room."Before we start our weekend wrap-up session," I said, my voice calm, yet each word cutting like a blade, "I think the class should take a look at the 'performance report' of the vice-representative’s group during the recent resource inspection."I pressed a button. The large screen behind me flared to life. A data log appeared, but it wasn't class data; it was internal transaction history.On the screen were messages sent from Jessica’s account to the academy’s management system two months ago, on the exact day Nathan—one of her loyal cronies—was suspended for breaking a reaction vessel.“ID SV-992 (Jessica): Requesting data extraction of security cameras in Zone B. Object