Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"Ms. Fiona, it's alright if you don't want to fess up, but you can't just go around copying like this. The teachers admit your analysis is spot on, but you need to give us the scoop. Who taught you to write like this? Is it someone from our school? Spill the beans, what's their name?"

Fiona thought this was utterly absurd and flat-out refused to answer, crossing her arms with defiance. If they didn't want to believe her, then that was their problem.

The teachers, however, were always on the lookout for talent and naturally wanted to uncover who this mystery student was.

"Fiona, just come clean. There's no way this is your work. We all know your level. If the school administration gets wind of this, you'll be in hot water."

Fiona didn't say much. She just curled her lips into a slightly unsettling smile, which was enough to shut her classmate up right away.

"Ms. Fiona, the teacher is talking to you."

Fiona lazily cleaned her ear and flicked her finger, responding with irritation, "You're really being a pain. If this isn't my handwriting, whose is it? Can't you compare the handwriting?"

Fiona might not have been a stellar student, but her handwriting was top-notch. Even many teachers felt their own skills paled in comparison.

Plus, Fiona was a whiz at different calligraphy styles, which was why every teacher in the school knew her name.

"Your poor grades are no secret. This is impossible. Not even anyone in Class A could pull this off. If you're cheating now, it'll all come out during the finals."

As soon as those words were out, Fiona mockingly curled her lips and let out a laugh, "Just because my grades are low doesn't mean I can't hit the books and catch up. Who gave you the nerve to trash-talk a student like this?"

If it weren't for Fiona's notoriously bad grades, the teacher might have been swayed by her confident words. This kid was definitely a smooth talker.noveldrama

"Then explain how you grasped and applied knowledge I haven't even covered?"

Fiona didn't want to answer. She

preferred to keep a low profile, but it seemed like everyone, teachers included, had already written her off as a failure. Even so, they doubted her. sŵnovel

"Can't handle something this simple? What, were you raised on nonsense?"

"Ms. Fiona!"

"Yep, I'm here."

Fiona grinned, her smile growing wider. She didn't care a bit what these people thought of her. But just because Class A couldn't crack it, does that mean no one else in the school could?

"Teacher, these problems aren't that tough. I can solve them too," Tyler piped up.

"Exactly, it's just basic stuff from the book. You read it once and you're golden. Do you really have to grill us like we're suspects?" Nash added, his words dripping with disdain.

The teacher was momentarily speechless and, upon seeing Tyler and Nash's notebooks, was taken aback. Since when did the lower classes churn out such geniuses?

With Fiona in the mix, this year's finals might actually hold some promise.

The teacher left, feeling a bit

sheepish. After class, a bunch of students crowded around Fiona, eager to check out her work. But Nash got there first. He took a long, hard look at it, then glanced back at Fiona. Though he was reluctant to believe it, he couldn't deny it was indeed Fiona's handwriting-smooth and fluid like a flowing stream, unmistakably genuine.