Chapter 94

Ophelia’s beautiful eyes exuded a coolness, half-smiling. “Oh, then may I ask, what did you give me for my birthday?”

Stella’s expression suddenly froze. Seeing her guilty expression, Ophelia sneered coldly in her heart. They had known each other for a few years, but the birthday gifts they gave each other had never exceeded two hundred! She understood that Stella came from an orphanage and didn’t have much money; as long as it was given sincerely, she wouldn’t care whether the gift was expensive or cheap. However, the other party wasn’t even willing to put in any effort!

For example, last time, Stella casually picked up an hourglass at the boutique near the school gate, which cost over forty. She didn’t even carefully choose the color, and it turned out to be her least favorite color, purple! In her past life, she was so foolish and cared too much about this friendship that she didn’t even notice the other person’s indifference. When she received that worthless thing, she treated it like a treasure and cherished it dearly!

Stella was a bit unhappy: “How can I compare with you? You are a young lady, and I came from an orphanage. I don’t have that much spare money.”

“If you looked down on me and didn’t want to be friends with me, you could have just said it directly. Was it necessary to insult me in such a roundabout way?”

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It was the familiar phrasing again. In her past life, Ophelia would have panicked upon hearing these words. However, now, ah, just right—

“You are right, I just didn’t want to be friends with you, didn’t want to be friends with someone who only saw me as an ATM—was that direct enough?”

Stella’s expression instantly cracked, and she stared wide-eyed in shock, thinking she had misheard. Ophelia smiled and said, “That’s it, from now on you won’t have to endure my roundabout insults anymore!”

After saying that, she continued to pack up her things. Stella stood there in a daze. How could this happen? What about her necklace?!

Ventura University had four-person dorms, but Room 517 was special, as it only had Ophelia and Stella. Originally, it wasn’t like this in the first year, but ever since Bessie came a few times, her reputation in her class and even in her college had become worse and worse, and in the end, only Stella was willing to share a dormitory with her.

Because of this, she felt even more grateful to Stella and regarded her as a truly close friend. Looking back now, it was really laughable.

After packing her things and checking the time, Ophelia went to the cafeteria to have a meal, and then she walked towards the teaching building. Stella saw that she didn’t call her, and her attitude was completely different from before. Feeling both angry and anxious, she gritted her teeth and took the initiative to follow her. She spoke firmly, but when it came to actually letting go of Ophelia, the cash cow, she still couldn’t bring herself to do it. Moreover, she hadn’t received her necklace yet!

There were already quite a few people in the classroom, all chatting among themselves. The moment Ophelia walked through the door, all sounds suddenly fell silent.

“This, who is this? Is there such a person in our class? This is even more… beautiful than the school belle!!”

“Oh no, it was the feeling of my heart racing…!”

“Did I walk into the wrong classroom…?”

Facing various gazes, Ophelia walked in calmly and casually found a seat to sit down. The boy next to her couldn’t help but strike up a conversation: “Classmate, which college are you from? You seem to be in the wrong place…”

“I am Ophelia.” Ophelia looked up and said calmly.

In an instant, the surroundings fell into silence, and everyone widened their eyes, looking at her in disbelief. Ophelia? Did Ophelia look like this? They didn’t lose their memory!!!

While I was in doubt, Stella came in, walked straight over, and called out, “Ophelia…”

The others’ jaws almost dropped. I couldn’t believe it, it really was Ophelia?! Ophelia actually looked like this?? How did it end up looking like that before? What were you thinking?!

Everyone was somewhat skeptical about life, but no one came up to talk to Ophelia: those who had been eager to approach sat back down. It turned out to be Ophelia, so I let it go…

Ophelia could feel that her classmates were isolating her, and she didn’t know what Bessie had said. In her past life, she did feel wronged; clearly, she had done nothing, so why did everyone hate her so much? I also thought about whether I should find someone to ask for clarification, after all, I would be spending four years in university.

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