"Fine," Luella said, flipping up the visor of her helmet to reveal a face with sharp, well-defined features. Her short, blond hair fell over her slightly upturned eyes, giving her a roguish, handsome look.

"Honk! Honk!"

As Luella was talking, the car next to her started laying on the horn like a lunatic, making her ears ring. She realized the light had turned green. Her bike was angled a bit, sure, but she wasn't blocking his car. It was a classic case of a bad driver blaming the road.

"Gotta go. See you later."

After hanging up, the smile vanished from Luella's face. She turned to look at the sports car beside her. After a moment, she addressed the man behind the window with a snide tone, "Hey, if you can't drive, stay off the road. Maybe you should stick to your stroller at home."

"You-!" Jimmie's face darkened. He rolled down the window to retort, but in the next second, the "boy" gave him the middle finger, revved the engine, and sped away, disappearing from sight.

"You better hope I don't see you again, kid," Jimmie muttered, fuming. He had been bested twice in a row by some little punk. His heart was practically racing with anger. If he ever ran into that brat again, he was going to teach him a lesson on behalf of his parents.

With only four weeks left until the final exams, the tension at school was palpable among both students and teachers. To help everyone de-stress before the big test, the school held an annual year-end party where the underclassmen would put on performances. This year was no exception.

As fate would have it, Aurora High's party was scheduled for the same night as Eclara High's.

"I heard Eclara High is livestreaming their party," the students chattered, their voices filled with envy. "When we went to get milkshakes earlier, we ran into some Eclara students. They looked so smug, you could see their grins from a mile away."

"Of course they are," another student chimed in. “Several students from Eclara's elite class didn't even score as high as our top students on the last exam. They have to find some way to feel superior."

"But they have Wilder..."

That silenced the room.

At seven p.m. the party officially began. Juniper sat in her designated class section, one leg crossed over the other playing games on her phone with one hand and eating pistachios with the other. Qadir had shelled them for her.

“Juniper, let's just sneak out,” Qadir suggested. “These underclassmen performances are kind of boring."

The stage was set up on the sports field, with basic sound and lighting. The students at Aurora High didn't have much exposure to the arts, so the few. acts they had cobbled together at the last minute weren't particularly impressive.

"Sit down," Juniper said, shooting him a cold glare. "Even if it's not great, you're

going to watch it. Do you have any idea how much work they put into this?"

"Yes, yes, you're right," Qadir immediately backed down. "My mistake."

"Eclara High's livestream just started!" someone from the next section suddenly exclaimed. Wilder was scheduled to be the final act and his fans were already flooding the stream The viewer counthad already surpassed half a million. With Wilder's massive fanbase, it was sure to hit over a million. Eclara High was once again stealing the spotlight.

"Our school hasn't started its recruitment plan for next year yet, has it?" Juniper asked casually, looking up from her phone as she sipped her milkshake.

“Recruitment plan?" Queenie handed Juniper a handful of shelled peanuts. “Whether our school will even be open next year depends on this year's exam results."