John stood out, clutching a bunch of colorful envelopes, his face a mask of complex emotions. Seeing Bonnie surreptitiously copying something while Yvette slept, he quietly approached and sat beside them. "Hey, Bonnie, what's with the dark circles? How late were you up last night? You're looking like a raccoon!"

Bonnie nodded weakly, her voice equally listless. "I didn't stay up late. Forget it. Let's not talk about it."

John didn't press further. Noticing the envelopes, Bonnie leaned in curiously. "John, who knew you were so popular? Someone sent you love letters—so many! I never saw that coming!" She scrutinized him.

John shook his head with a wry smile. Bonnie was puzzled.

"Not mine," he said, glancing at the sleeping Yvette and pointing. "They're for our goddess. Guys from another faculty asked me to give them to her. They cornered me outside my dorm this morning."

Bonnie looked at the colorful envelopes, then at John's helpless expression, and finally understood. "Let's wait until Yvette wakes up, then."

John nodded, thinking, Better let Yvette handle her own things.

While they whispered, someone arrived to summon Yvette to the Principal's office. The physics classroom fell silent as everyone stared at Yvette, slumped over her desk. Who exactly is this transfer student? Some kind of big shot? Mr. Sunderland personally invited her? At Argrol University, who else could have the principal send for them besides Ryan?

Bonnie knew Yvette would be grumpy if awakened, guessing it would take her an hour to rouse herself. But with Simon's personal summons, they couldn't delay. Gathering her courage, Bonnie gently nudged Yvette.

Her hand barely touched Yvette's shirt when Yvette's eyes snapped open, alert and fierce. Bonnie jolted, her hand freezing, her body tensing. Yvette quickly regained her composure, realizing she was in a classroom, not an arena in Afria. The intensity in her eyes faded, replaced by her usual laid-back demeanor. She glanced at the dumbfounded Bonnie and said nothing.

Bonnie said, "Ms. Gorgeous, Mr. Sunderland wants to see you in his office."

Yvette nodded, casually threw on her jacket, and strolled towards the Principal's office, bumping into Patrick on the way. He gave her a look and left. The fact that Jeremiah had bankrupted the Sullivan family in half an hour the previous day shocked Patrick. Until he knew more about Jeremiah, he wouldn't dare trouble Yvette.

After Yvette left, Bonnie fell silent, her spirits dampened. John didn't understand. "What's wrong, Bonnie?"

Bonnie remained silent before answering in a muted, downcast voice. "John, what do you think Ms. Gorgeous is like?"

"To me, she's the best person in the whole world," John declared firmly.

Seeing his determination, Bonnie hesitated. "Earlier, Yvette's glare was really scary, like… like a wolf. It was intimidating."

John pondered. He understood Bonnie's change. She'd discovered Yvette wasn't as she'd imagined. "Bonnie, why do you enjoy spending time with Yvette? Is it just because she's pretty or cool? You've created an image of her, but maybe that's not the real her. If you're unsure about being friends, keep some distance."

Bonnie's face paled. John is right. I always imagined Yvette without knowing her past. How can I be worthy of being her friend acting like this? No matter what, Yvette is Ms. Gorgeous, and nothing can change that.

Bonnie perked up, shaking off her gloom. Patting John's shoulder, she returned to her carefree self. "Thank you. I get it now. I'll explain to Yvette later!"

John smiled helplessly. Wow! Bonnie is the fastest person to change moods I've ever met.

In the Principal's office, Simon sat on the main couch, Yvette across from him. In a white T-shirt and jeans, she lounged against the couch, her sharp gaze icy, casually defiant. She showed no fear or anxiety, unlike other students. Simon thought, Yvette puts herself on equal footing with me. What an interesting kid. Rebellious and free-spirited. Such a unique personality!

Simon pushed a cup of freshly brewed coffee across the table. "Ms. Zeller," his voice gentle, his action humble, "try some."

Yvette didn't hesitate, taking the coffee, thanking him politely, and drinking it in one gulp before placing the empty cup on the rosewood table. Simon wasn't annoyed; he refilled the cup. "Ms. Zeller, do you know why I called you here?"

Yvette nodded. "I know. It's about Siren, right?"

Simon hadn't expected such directness, momentarily speechless. He quickly regained his composure. His tone became serious. "Ms. Zeller, since you know, what's your relationship with Siren?" Fearing evasion, he added, "Don't say you don't know him. His papers are extremely valuable, yet he gave you a special recommendation. I won't believe you if you say you don't know each other."

Yvette's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrests, making Simon anxious. She glanced up, her voice calm. "I know Siren, but don't waste your time. She won't show up again."

Persistent, Simon asked, "Is there truly no chance, Ms. Zeller? Siren is crucial for our nation's new chip research. Mr. Owens from the capital's physics lab has been searching everywhere for Siren, and even…" He paused, sighing. "Ms. Zeller, please convey my sincerity. I hope Siren will consider it carefully."

"I'll pass on your message, but don't get your hopes up," Yvette replied.

Simon felt relieved; even the slightest hope was worth the effort. Only Yvette could contact Siren. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Sunderland, I'll be going now," Yvette said.

Simon, noticing her tiredness, let her go. As Yvette reached the door, she heard Simon sigh. A hint of irritation flickered across his face as he grumbled inwardly, Forget it. I'll just send a few more emails!