Several people kept glancing up at her, as if scrutinizing.
The gaze made her extremely uncomfortable.
After quickly marking attendance, Mia Ginger furrowed her brows and went to the restroom at the end of the hallway.
Soon after entering the stall, she heard a girl's voice outside.
"Do you think it's true or not?"
"It might be," another girl's voice said thoughtfully, "You all saw her pendant during military training, you can tell at a glance it's valuable."
"Maybe she just comes from a wealthy family."
…"
The last syllable of the girl's words hadn't even come out before a loud slap was heard outside.
"Who are you talking about?" Windsor Myres sneered, wearing high heels, and exuded a sense of superiority.
The girl who spoke last was from class eight; during military training, they happened to be in the same line, and naturally knew Windsor Myres was not someone easy to mess with. After enduring a slap, she dared not make a sound.