Chapter 600

In an instant, a large portion of the crowd that had been fawning over Alaia shifted their attention to Willow, bombarding her with eager questions. Willow answered them with effortless grace, her words smooth and polished, yet revealing nothing of substance. "By the way, Willow," someone piped up, "since your grades are so impressive, you must be aiming for a spot in Professor Grant's lab, right?" This time, Willow didn’t hold back. Without hesitation, she nodded. "Of course. An opportunity like this comes once in a lifetime—who wouldn’t want it?" Alaia, who had already returned to her seat with a stormy expression, turned even darker at those words. One of her hangers-on couldn’t resist scoffing. "Some country bumpkin who lucked out on one exam thinks she’s hot stuff now. As if Professor Grant would ever pick her as his protégé!" "Exactly, Alaia, don’t even bother with her," another chimed in. "College entrance scores don’t mean anything. When it comes to background or talent, you ou