"Hasn't it been years since our school had a top scorer? Who could it be?"
Lionel smiled, building suspense. "Now, let's all guess who the top scorer in our class might be."
Xenia was quick to speak up. "It's probably our class's top student, the head of the study committee."
"Yeah, if it's the top scorer, it must be our study committee leader. He's been in the top three of the grade for years. It's definitely him."
At that moment, the top student stood up, shaking his head. "It's not me."
"How is that possible? If it's not him, who else could be the top scorer? Could it be the second-ranked student?"
As Lionel saw the reporters arriving, he announced, "It's Noelle!"
The classroom fell into stunned silence.
Then, Rachel was the first to scream, "Our queen! It's you! You're actually the top scorer in the city! Oh my god, you're amazing!"
The rest of the class sat in shock, completely speechless.
They had guessed so many names, but no one had expected the top scorer to be Noelle.
Xenia was left dumbfounded. How could it be? Noelle was actually the top scorer in the city.
This revelation hit Xenia harder than anything else—worse than if someone had struck her down.
Rachel threw a glance at Xenia and Betty, sneering. "Hmph! Some people were just running their mouths earlier, pretending to comfort our city's top scorer.
"They were saying, 'If you don't do well this time, I can accompany you to repeat the year.' How dare they say such things, thinking they'd accompany our city's number one to repeat a grade?"
"Rachel, stop, you're killing me! This is honestly the funniest thing I've heard in my life!"
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