Chapter 150


    As the music began to y, Lily recognized it as the tune for bunny dance—a catchy dance that


    most people had learned in kindergarten.


    Standing at the center of the stage In her sky-blue strapless dress and six-inch high heels, Lily was


    stunned upon hearing the familiar melody. She stiffly swayed her body along with the rhythm,


    elicitingughter from the audience at her awkward movements.


    Flushed with embarrassment and anger, Lily realized she had be a ridiculous clown. Feeling


    utterly ashamed, she covered her face and hastily fled the stage.


    Theughter in the audience persisted.


    "Don''t go! Keep dancing! I can''t get enough of this. Hahaha!" One of the students urged.


    "How ironic. I guess we should probably think twice before rmending someone for the event.


    You never know who might end up being the clown," Hera''s voice echoed from the speaker, her


    tone indifferent.


    Theughter in the auditorium gradually died down until it abruptly ceased altogether.


    The students who voted for Hera found the situation less amusing now, realizing that what they had


    witnessed was clearly a prank orchestrated by Hera to get back at Lily, using the event stage to


    publicly embarrass her.


    Feeling a chill running down their spines, the students couldn''t help but feel relieved that Hera had


    suggested the contestant with the lowest score to dance rather than those who had voted for her.


    On that day, Hera not only became the new Belle of the Year but also the talk of the school forum.


    Posts flooded the forum with titles like "Hera Wows Everyone with her Incredible Terranish ent",


    "Don''t Mess with this Belle Unless You Want to Do the Bunny Dance like that ss A Student",


    "Karma is a Bitch, Proven by My Newest Goddess", and so forth.


    While the posts reflected mixed reviews about Hera, they all conveyed a singr message. "Never


    cross Hera; otherwise, you can kiss your pride goodbye with a bunny dance."


    …


    After the speech contest concluded, Hera and Tim found themselves alone in the prep room.


    "Hera, have you considered Cavenridge''s undergraduate program? Perhaps joining the Linguistics


    Department? We''ve established a group to study Terranish and Jadonish literature, and we''d be


    thrilled to have you as a member," Tim asked enthusiastically.


    "I''m not interested," Hera replied without hesitation.


    "What a shame," Timmented. He had declined numerous requests from graduate students to


    be their mentor, but when he was eager to mentor this promising student, he was turned down


    instead.


    "Which college do you have in mind?" Tim asked curiously, thinking he could rmend her to


    other colleges, given his extensivework.


    "Any college in Jedburgh," Hera replied. In fact, she didn''t have a particr college of choice; her


    main goal was to get closer to the Killian family in Jedburgh.


    "Huh? I thought you''d say Vardhar University or Comridge University. Didn''t expect you to go for


    Quantford University or Bradbury University. That''s a bit unexpected. May I know why?" Tim was


    puzzled.


    "Because I''m patriotic," Hera replied casually.


    Tim was left speechless.


    "If that''s all, please excuse me." With that, Hera rose to leave.


    Shrugging helplessly, Tim gave Andrew a call. "Andrew, she''s sure is a talented student. It''d be


    such a shame if Cavenridge missed out on her—"


    As Hera exited the prep room, she crossed paths with Christopher and Zyler in the hallway.


    "Hera, congrattions on winning the Belle title. Looking forward to our performance at the school


    anniversary celebration," Christopher greeted as he approached.


    Despite Hera''s nonchnt nod, Christopher''s face lit up with a bright smile.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.