Reborn as the Villainess

Even Betty, who had been standing at the podium, fully prepared to tear into Eleanor the moment she stumbled, froze mid- thought. Her lips, curled and ready to unleash a storm of insults, pressed shut as she tried to process what had just happened

Her brow furrowed as she quickly flipped through the answer key, only to discover that Eleanor's answer was correct. This was the final, most difficult question on the mock exam, and the answers were only accessible to teachers.

Could she have really just looked at the question and known the answer? Betty thought, bewildered. No way. This was the toughest question on the paper. Even I would need a good four is five minutes to calculate it. How did she figure it out in a glance! There's only one explanation"

Did you secretly use your phone to look up the answer?" Betty eyes narrowed, her tone growing sharper. "What are you planning on cheating like that with your phone during the actual exam? Listen, this is Class A. We don't tolerate the kind of tricks you probably got away with in your previous bottom-rung school.

Her eyes flashed with accusation, and as the thought took root in her mind, her tone became more venomous, laced with biting sarcasm

At that Eleanor's face darkened, her eyes gleaming with a sharp, cold light. She hadn't come here to stir up trouble. She just wanted to quietly pursue a dream from her past. But clearly, not all teachers were wise mentors. Some were just scumbags in disguise, more interested in attacking their students than educating them.

"Miss Milie, where's your proof?" Eleanor's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

Betty blinked, momentarily stunned by Eleanor's composed response. "What proof?"

Eleanor's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "You have evidence that I looked up answers on my phone. You seemed pretty certain when you accused me just now, so I'm sure you must've seen me using it, right? Surely you can prove it." "You Betty was speechless, completely taken aback.

She didn't have any proof. She had only followed her gut, assuming the worst,

Before the situation could escalate, the bell rang, mercifully cutting through the tension. The sharp sound of the bell echoed through the room.

Betty, frustrated and defeated, slammed her books together in a huff. With one last venomous glare at Eleanor, she stormed out of the classroom, her face twisted with rage.

The moment she left, the entire class erupted into excited whispers and cheers.

"Whoa, you actually stood up to that wicked witch. That's gutsy one student exclaimed.

"Yeah, she loves packing on students who struggle, always humiliating them with insults or scolding. She's like the queen

ripping and gaslighting Honestly, some of us are this close to breaking down because of her, another chimed in

"I know, right? Finally, someone gave her a taste of her own medicine," a third student added, his face bright with newfound hope

Suddenly, Eleanor found herself surrounded by classmates, all admiring her boldness. They gathered around her desk, shtwering her with prane for her braveryExclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Eleanor, though surprised by the sudden attention, didn't mind their enthusiasm as she knew they meant no harm. With small, gracious smile, she said. "I was just speaking the truth"

Tober, a good teacher deserved respect, but those who used the authority to crush students spirits didn't deserve to be

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called teachers, nor did they deserve anyone's respect.

At that moment, a bespectacles boy sitting in front of Eleanor turned around and asked, "Eleanor, judging by the look on Miss Mille's face, you must have gotten that question right. Could you explain it to us?" Eleanor blinked, then nodded. "Sure, no problem"

She grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen, carefully going over the problem step by step. Her explanation was clear, detailed, and patient.

Three minutes later, the students around her simultaneously had an "aha" moment, their faces lighting up in understanding. One of them even grabbed her hand, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Eleanor, you're amazing. That was so easy to understand. I swear, when Miss Mille explains it, I have to sit there for hours trying to get it, but you made it click in one go."

Yeah, seriously. You broke it down so well, it feels like you just unlocked a secret code for me, another chimed in with enthusiasm.

Eleanor couldn't help but laugh at their playful exaggerations, the tension in her brow easing away. Her expression softened. and she offered them a kind smile. Tm just glad I could help. Feel free to ask me anytime if you're stuck on something," she

said.

In her past life. she'd never had the chance to truly experience the simple, pure camaraderie that came with studying together. She'd missed out on school, missed out on exams, and missed out on everything that came with that kind of bond.

Life in the entertainment industry was far from this. Friendships there were as fragile as glass, and a smile could quickly turn into a knife in the back. But here, things were different. There were no hidden agendas, no strings attached-just people trusting each other because they wanted to, not because they had to

While the lively group around Eleanor continued to laugh and chat, the atmosphere was starkly different in another corner of the room. A dark cloud of frustration was brewing.

With a loud thud, Felix slammed his pen onto the desk, leaving a jagged black line across the sheet of numbers and formulas he had been wrestling with. The paper was filled with crossed-out attempts, the ink almost bleeding through from how hard he had pressed. It was clear how frustrated he was.

How the hell did she get that answer? Felix thought, gritting his teeth. 'No matter how I try to solve it, it just doesn't work out. This problem is practically at an advanced Olympiad level. How did Eleanor figure it out with just a glance?"

Betty might not have noticed, but Felix had been watching Eleanor the whole time, and he knew she hadn't turned on or even touched her phone, much less used it to search for the answer. In fact, he remembered she'd been reading an English Language Arts guidebook when she was called on.

He clenched his jaw, staring daggers at Eleanor, who was now at the center of attention, smiling so freely and beautifully that it only fueled his irritation. Smiling like that? She had a scowl for me, but for them, she's all sunshine and rainbows. She has just met them and they are practically strangers. How fake!

Suddenly, a loud bang interrupted his thoughts.

The back door of the classroom flew open with a crash, kicked by none other than Liam Lloyd, tall and devastatingly handsome, his jacket slung casually over his shoulder. His face was set in a deep scowl as he scanned the room, and instead of heading straight to his seat, he made a beeline for Felix's desk

Without missing a beat, he glanced at Felix's half-finished math exercise and said. "The answers are BDACB. I can see that with just a glance. Only an idiot would waste hours solving it"

Liem straightened, a rocky look spreading across his face like a moster proud of its crowing. There was a smug satisfaction in his stance, as if he believed he had just delivered the ultimate nic drop. Felix's e

expression darkened. He was already in a foul mood, and this challenge was the last straw. With a cold sneer, he

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retorted, "Oh really? Well, that idiot scored first in the entire grade. What does that make the guy who always comes in

"Say that again, I dare you. Liam was so furious that his jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. He glared at Felix, practically shaking with anger. "Don't get cocky. That top spot is mine. Sooner or later." Felix smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he responded with a simple, mocking laugh.

Scenes like this were common between the

Just as Liam was about to roll up his sleeves and start a fight, his friends quickly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back. One of them whispered urgently, "Liam, chill out. If you get into a fight now, you'll get suspended"