Danielle ignored the strange looks from the other students and walked into therge ssroom with her small bag. Her ss was an open lecture, held only once a week.


    Many people chose her open ss because of I’s status.


    As soon as Danielle walked into the ssroom, she saw that it was packed with people. It could be described as a sea of faces.


    “Hello, everyone. I’m Danielle Darling, and I’m sure some of you already know my name," Danielle introduced herself with a calm expression.


    Just then, a student raised his hand and asked, “Miss Darling, are you really the founder of Grace Group?”


    “Yes," Danielle replied patiently.


    The students in therge ssroom were in an uproar. Danielle was about the same age as them, yet she was the founder of a multinational corporation, while they hadn’t even graduated yet.


    "Miss Darling, I heard that the founder of Grace Group is the designer I, so that means you are I, huh?" The girl who asked the question had sparkling eyes and looked at Danielle as if she were an idol.


    I was a legendary figure in their design industry and even in the entire design world. Every design student wanted to get I’s guidance.


    But they couldn’t get in touch with I at all. It was not until they saw the report that they realized that I was by their side. They had even ndered Danielle on the campus forum, which made them wish they could p themselves.


    Since thest livestream, Danielle’s identity had been exposed, so she admitted it directly, saying, "I’m I."


    The ssroom erupted inmotion. They had already confirmed it before asking Danielle, but her personal confirmation sent the entire school into a frenzy.


    Another person quickly followed up with a question, saying, "Miss Darling, I heard you’ve long graduated. Are you now an honorary professor at Moreno University?"


    Danielle was speechless, thinking, ’Why do these students have so many questions?’


    But she still answered patiently, "Yes."


    Emma, sitting in the ssroom, was so angry that herplexion changed. She thought, ’Danielle is really lucky. Good things always seem to happen to her.


    ’These students are out of their minds, sucking up to her like this. What’s there to ask?’


    “Ahhh… Miss Darling, you are my idol! You are the designer I, the founder of Grace Group, and now, at such a young age, an honorary professor at Moreno University. Your life is my dream…”


    “Miss Darling, can I apply to Grace Group once I graduate?"


    “Grace Group’s work environment and benefits are great. I’ve decided to work there after graduation.”


    A chorus of cheers erupted from the students below. Danielle was speechless, thinking, ’They really went all out to insult me before, yet when they admire me, every one of them knows how to tter so smoothly.’


    “Wee, everyone. Apply to Grace Group after graduation. Let’s begin the ss now!” Danielle promptly stopped the students’ cheers, worried that if they continued, she wouldn’t be able to teach anything.


    Danielle prepared the lesson very seriously, and her exnation of design knowledge was easy to understand. Many students listened with great interest. Even those who usually didn’t want to attend ss took out their notebooks and started taking notes.


    It would be absurd to miss this ss. This was I’s ss, and every session was precious. Only a fool wouldn’t listen attentively.


    Even Emma took out her notebook and filled an entire page with notes.


    The ss passed with ease. When the bell rang, many students sprinted toward Danielle like they were in a 100-meter dash.


    A crowd of people asked Danielle various questions, mostly about design. As they asked, they took notes, even more seriously than they did during the college entrance exam.


    Celine was also filled with admiration. Danielle had always been her idol. If she had known that Danielle was I, she would have defended her against those who had ndered her. Now, she felt a little awkward about approaching her.


    Emma knew that Celine’s idol was I. Seeing the obvious admiration in Celine’s eyes, she got so angry that she clutched her skirt.


    “Celine, aren’t you going to Giancarlo’s birthday party tonight?" Emma said. "What time is your appointment with the stylist?”


    It was only then that Celine remembered this. She nced at her watch, realizing that she was almostte. She looked somewhat regretfully at Danielle, who was surrounded by students.


    “Oh no!" she said. "I’m going to bete. I have to go now. Oh, I didn’t even get to talk to Danielle.”


    Emma pulled Celine out of the ssroom. She really didn’t want to see Danielle’s face.


    It wasn’t until the bell rang that the students surrounding Danielle rushed off to their sses. Some even asked Danielle questions, looking back at her and not wanting to part ways.


    “Go to ss now," Danielle said. "See you next week!”She was finally free. ’This is too much,’ she thought. ’It almost turned into a stampede.’


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