Chapter 153 It Could Only Be That I, Who Disliked Her, Gave a High Score
Edith didn't know what Ivan's purpose was, but not responding directly was always the right choice. While the other party was stuck, she quickly walked to the stairs and went up to the second floor.
A hidden gaze climbed up her body the moment she stepped on the handle.
The surroundings were full of distractions, and the other party probably didn't expect Edith to pay special attention to her direction, so she didn't hide it too much. Edith also pretended that she didn't feel it, and walked straight towards Shelly without any hesitation.
The man's eyes never left her. When he saw her coming, he quickly straightened his clothes and walked forward. Edith was afraid that he would be exposed if he walked any further, so she trotted a few steps and spoke first: "Professor Scott."
The unfamiliar name made Shelly stunned for a moment, and he almost didn't match the voice with the figure in front of him, ".....Mr. Griffin."
Very good title.
Edith was very satisfied with Shelly's response speed. She put on a typical student face and asked excitedly, "Excuse me, can I know my test results in advance?"
The queen withdrew her curious gaze.
Although the results will not be announced until tomorrow morning, the teachers have already graded the papers and the transcripts have been placed in the Academic Affairs Office. If Edith wants to know her results, she will naturally have to ask the teacher.
But why Shelly...
Oh yes, Edith took the third grade paper this year.
The Queen thought for a while, and finally dug up the relevant memory. Zebulon seemed to have mentioned this at the family dinner, saying that Edith was questioned about the reward for the Palmer incident, and was forced to take the third-year potion exam to prove herself.
It's been so long since the Palmer incident, and the person who secretly made the luck potion has not been caught yet... It's really time to replace the court mages.
She pressed her aching head and went over in her mind all the mages who had passed the initial assessment. When she looked up again, she found that Edith had disappeared from her sight.
Where did you go?
"Mother!" Ivan's face suddenly appeared, occupying her entire field of vision. "Why are you here?"
The queen's expression instantly relaxed.
......
The other side.
Shelly led Edith to a corner, which was directly above the dance floor. The view was not good and few people were standing there. Downstairs, because of the angle, no one could be seen either, so it was much more private than the original place.
However, it is not easy to find a completely private environment in a banquet hall.
"Her Majesty Campbell is here." Edith lowered her voice and quickly told the story of the Queen's arrival. Shelly reacted quickly: "The white-haired woman sitting over there?"
"You know?"
"I saw your eyes fixed on her face while you were dancing."
Edith nodded. "I'm going to go talk to her."
After entering the palace, she will mainly explore on her own. She may be able to get rid of the guards, but the queen must be surrounded by people. If she wants to have a chance to communicate face to face, it is indeed only now.
Shelly frowned, "No, it's too risky."
He rarely rejected Edith's suggestion: "The other party may completely deny that she is Campbell. If you approach her, the initiative will fall into her hands." It would not be good for the teacher to reveal the purpose too early.
"Then let her admit it first, then go and ask her." Edith shrugged indifferently.
"...What can I do?"
"Use Amy Walker."
Edith stood on tiptoe and looked down, and sure enough, she found Amy at the edge of the dance floor. She was facing away from the light, with her face hidden in the shadows. From a distance, she looked like a girl who was alone.
In the few short seconds that Edith was looking down, a boy came forward and invited her. Amy covered her face and shook her head, but her eyes were rolling around and no one knew what she was thinking.
"Who is the young master of the Walker family?" Shelly narrowed his eyes and followed Edith's gaze. He only saw a boy who left awkwardly. "This one is not him."
"The one with the long black hair." Edith raised her chin. "Joyce's version of Amy."
Shelly: “…”
Edith: "The Queen knew she shouldn't be at the ball, so she came in disguise. Imagine what her expression would be when a political enemy who shouldn't have been there walked by her."
What expression?
Anyway, it won't be happy
Shirley hesitated to speak: "Campbell is very familiar with Joyce, including his figure and walking posture. He would not mistake him simply because of his appearance."
Edith said calmly, "You have no idea of Amy's ability to dress up."
Okay.
Shelly didn't want to interfere too much with Edith's decision, so he tacitly agreed to the plan, but when the other party pulled away, he subconsciously reached out to stop her.
"What's wrong?" Edith felt the wind behind her and looked back.
Shelly: “…”
What's wrong.
You just danced with two people, leaving me only time for a few words.
He pursed his lips: "You just asked me about my grades."
Edith: "Well, just a casual question, you know?"
"I didn't participate in the grading of the third-grade papers." Shelly shook his head, "But after looking at the third-grade papers, I found them to be too difficult. They were completely beyond the amount of knowledge a third-grade student should have."
Professor Edward designed this test paper just to show off her knowledge and did not put educating students first at all. She is indeed not suitable to be a teacher - and even less suitable to do research.
"But I know she is very angry." Shelly raised his eyes and met Edith's gaze. "To make Professor Edward so angry——"
"——It can only be that I got a high score, which she hates." Edith raised her eyebrows. "Okay, I know."
It's such a delight.
She turned her head without hesitation, and Shelly closed his eyes and called her again.
Edith had already felt that the other party was acting strange, but she didn't dare to ask too much, so she patiently stopped again.
"Is there a problem with your relationship with the Turner family lady?" Shelly asked. "I remember you originally told me that you wanted to come with her, but you just saw someone else."
"We got separated when we were entering the venue." Edith felt a little headache when she talked about this. She looked down, but there were too many people in red dresses, and she couldn't tell which one was Hedda. "The 'other person' was Tuttle. He helped me at the time, and we just happened to come in together."
Shelly calmly withdrew his gaze from the ground. The man named Tuttle was standing by the dance floor at this time, politely rejecting the girl who came to invite him to dance: "That's perfect."
The best is just right.
"Are you okay now?" Edith felt a little magical as she saw the man's gradually relaxed expression. "...What exactly is it that you're concerned about?"
over you.
But Shelly didn't say this out loud.
"Do you need my help?" He just asked again, hoping that he could help relieve the teacher's burden. "I can stand by the side--"
"No, you stay here." Edith quickly refused. "The Queen is likely to know about Duke Eddie's affairs, and she must be wary of you. Your presence will easily make her think of something."
She walked down the stairs in front of the Queen, through the crowd, picked up a glass of wine and put it to her lips, keeping herself busy and effectively rejecting many people who wanted to come forward and invite her to dance.
But the closer she got to the dance floor, the harder it became to take each step. Countless admiring, curious, and probing gazes shot from all around, accompanied by whispers, sticking to every inch of her skin.
Edith didn't much like being looked at.
But she had indeed fought for all of this.
Only the top scorer in the exam can enter the library to search for information, only the top scorer in the league can enter the palace to explore, and only by becoming a person that everyone else pays attention to can you make others approach you actively and get access to information that you would never be able to access under normal circumstances.
Some people around her quietly counted her achievements.
Grade 1, a commoner's companion, got the highest score in the entrance exam in the history of the school, maintained the first place in the grade in the quarterly exam, and chose to take the third grade exam in the final exam. In the league promotion game, he defeated Zebulon and became the first. When all the opponents he met were strangely strong, he killed one opponent, causing another opponent to be in a coma until now, and finally entered the league finals.
After a series of reviews, it is not worth mentioning that she was just invited to dance by His Royal Highness Campbell. It is an incredible achievement for her to accept the dance invitation.
At this point, the wine glass in her hand was no longer useful, so Edith had to take the initiative to refuse others. She used feeling unwell as an excuse to walk across the dance floor and approach Amy.
"No dancing." The long-haired girl sitting in the shadows raised her hands to cover her face and said in a hoarse voice, "Please leave."
"It's me," Edith said simply.
"Edith?" The shrill female voice suddenly turned into a distinctly male voice. Amy turned her head in surprise, her long hair brushing past her red-painted eyes. "Can you recognize me?"
Edith: "I recognize this outfit."
You are the only one who dares to pretend to be Joyce.
Amy shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyone can recognize this outfit. After all, this is my aunt's real robe and her hair is real. Who wouldn't call me president?"
It was just too real. He took a few steps before realizing something was wrong. Finally, he could only find a corner to hide.
"Are you scared?"
"Yeah, I'm scared." Amy didn't hide it. Thinking of Joyce's face, her body trembled violently. "I hoped that everyone would see that I was fake at a glance and laugh it off. Who knew that several people took it seriously?"
He couldn't hold up a sign and shout, "I'm not Joyce." So he thought it would be better to be honest and not let all kinds of accusations be pinned on his aunt.
"The dance floor is always being disturbed." Edith sat down and pointed casually upstairs, "Why don't we go upstairs? No one wants to dance, and we can lie down and watch from below, so we won't be too bored."
"Good idea." Amy, who always had fun on the first floor of the ballroom, didn't expect there was such an alternative venue. She immediately became excited and asked, "Where is the staircase to the second floor?"
"Just keep going this way and you should be able to see it." Edith pointed the way, and Amy quickly rushed to the stairs and climbed up in a few steps. Edith followed closely behind, keeping a distance of three meters, always watching the Queen's reaction.
The other person was maintaining a distance between strangers and Ivan, looking at each other with a smile.
Edith deliberately let her knuckles scrape across the stair railing. The dull knocking sound made the queen frown in displeasure and look up in the direction of the stairs.
——Her pupils contracted violently.
A familiar strand of black hair quickly passed by her eyes, followed by a flash of golden light. A familiar figure, a familiar walking posture, and the temperament that belonged to the Walker family.
The person in front of me is Joyce.
Why did she come to the ball? Was it for Edith, or for something else?
How dare she not hide it at all?
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