No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 85: Isolation
One by one, they looked at her as if seeing a virus, covering their noses and avoiding her from a distance.
Some even moved the books on their desks away upon seeing her coming, just to avoid sitting with Hannah.
In the meantime, quite a few people were whispering to each other on the side, seemingly not bothering to lower their voices.
Their idle chatter seemed to drill right into Hannah’s ears.
"Disgraceful, girls these days have no self-respect."
"I never thought Hannah Winter would be this kind of person, it seems we really can’t judge a book by its cover."
"Hey, look, doesn’t Hannah Winter’s stomach seem a bit larger? She’s not really pregnant, is she?"
"It looks like what people say on the forum is all true, who knows if she has any infectious diseases, we’d better keep our distance."
Having said this, several girls moved their seats even further away.
There are essentially no fixed seats in a university classroom. Now that Hannah had arrived and everyone was avoiding her, the previously least popular corner was suddenly filled with people.
Leaving a large empty space in the middle.
If any other girl with a low tolerance for such psychological pressure were in this situation, they might have broken down in tears and run away.
But for Hannah, she just stood there quietly with a book in her hand, observing everyone’s actions. She didn’t cry, instead, a playful smile hung on her lips, "Such a big fuss, huh? If you are really that afraid, why are you all still sitting here? It’d be much better to move to the playground, with fresh air and a wide view."
With a thump, the book in her hand hit the desk. Leaning on the table with one hand, her smiling eyes swept over everyone. She slightly raised her chin, her gaze falling on Jenny King, implying something, "Go on then, don’t stick around here."
Afraid, aren’t you?
You should go all-in if you are trying to avoid.
All these pointless actions were just seeking a sense of satisfaction from jointly bullying her.
A girl who disliked Hannah suddenly shouted, "Hannah Winter, stop playing innocent here, you know what you’ve done."
"Yeah, since you dare to do it, are you scared that others will find out? Shameless!"
Once the two girls finished voicing their accusations, they paused, their faces slightly flushed. Seeing Hannah turn around, they almost confrontationally held their ground.
"What have I done? Seducing men for money, or stealing?" Hannah only chuckled, her fingers tapping on the book. The rhythmic tapping echoed around the classroom.
In a moment, everyone seemed to forget their previous indignation and accusations.
Perhaps it was just because her face was too dazzling under the sunlight.
Ponytail, white blouse, light jeans, white canvas shoes. She wore light makeup, her eyeliner upturned, her eye corners tinted red. With a beauty that prevailed over a splendid blossom, her eyes shimmered like glittering water.
The light, thin lips, tinted with a velvet lipstick shade, gently parted to let out a soft laughter.
Hannah lowered her head softly laughing, murmuring to herself, "Humans sure are interesting."
There were thirty-two people in the class, all handsome boys and beautiful girls. Not exactly breathtaking, but certainly attractive enough to draw attention. However, at this moment, none of them could outshine a single person.
Only then did people finally sense the beauty of the top beauty in the film academy.
Her beauty was real.
Her self-indulgence was also real.
Hannah looked at Jenny King, who was sitting in the front row, her gaze steady and stirring, making the other seemed slightly flustered.
