Chapter 77: So, You Are Hayley?

Hayley’s POV:

Trista was stunned, then her eyes widened as she looked at me in disbelief. “You’re Hayley?”

I nodded. “Doesn’t I look like it?”

A smile spread across Trista’s face as realization dawned on her. “No wonder you rebuked Mandy so fiercely just now. If someone dared to badmouth me right to my face, I’d definitely turn into a wolf and teach them a lesson.”

Her serious demeanor made me laugh. Trista had none of the aloofness you’d expect from a rich girl; instead, she was approachable. Unlike others, she didn’t look down on me just because I was an Omega. That, I appreciated.

“By the way, Hayley, I heard Jeremy is also here for the training camp. The two of you together will be like gods battling it out! I’m really curious to see who will win in the end,” she added, mentioning Jeremy.

This was the second time I had heard his name from someone else. Jeremy must be quite impressive.

As we entered the classroom, it was already bustling with students. The moment Trista and I stepped in, a number of heads turned to us. Of course, most of the attention was on Trista; with her striking looks, she effortlessly captivated everyone around her. When they glanced at me, an unattractive Omega, their disdainful expressions didn’t surprise me at all.

“Hey, why don’t you sit next to me?” A boy boldly invited Trista. She glanced at the empty seat next to him and politely replied, “Sorry, I’m sitting with my friend.”

With that, she pulled me to the back row. “Let’s sit here, Hayley.”

I didn’t mind. Just as I settled in, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out to see a message from my beta, Thomas. “Alpha, I heard you joined the math training camp. Send me your location; I’ll bring you some tasty food next time.”

I typed out my coordinates and sent them off. As soon as I got confirmation that it was sent, I tucked my phone away. Just then, a middle-aged man walked in, carrying a teapot. The moment he entered, the classroom fell silent.

“Welcome to the math training camp, everyone! For the next two weeks, I’ll be responsible for your learning. My last name is Grant McDaniel; you can call me Mr. McDaniel. Now that you’re here, the upcoming two weeks will be full of hard work, so please hand in your phones to avoid distractions.”

Trista groaned at the thought of giving up her phone. “Why do we have to hand in our phones?” She complained, clearly upset.

For me, it didn’t make much difference. I turned off my phone and handed it over without hesitation.

“I will keep everyone’s phones safe during this time. If you urgently need to make a call, you can find me privately,” Grant continued. “Since today is the first day, I will hand out a test for you to get a feel for things. Consider it an entrance exam.”

The mention of a test stirred excitement among the students. After all, those who gathered here for the training camp were no slouches; the test was the most straightforward way to showcase our abilities.

Grant distributed the test papers. Everyone in the classroom focused intently on their test. I took a serious look at the questions and felt relieved—they weren’t too difficult, though the last problem was a bit tricky.

I picked up my pen and began to write. Suddenly, I caught a figure moving past me. I heard someone call out, “Jeremy!”

Jeremy Strickland? I had to see who this person was and what they looked like. So, I raised my head, following the sound.