Chapter 96


    Ivanka’s close friends continue to attack Corinne.


    “Sure! If you can y a song today and win apuse from all the students present here, consider it


    your victory! We won’t just apologize… We’ll even do whatever you ask us to do!”


    Corinne had a calm look as she replied, “Deal.”


    The girl who seemed to be the leader added, “But if you can’t y the piece well and you don’t get the


    unanimous approval of our ssmates, you’ll have to crawl out of this ce while we take a video and


    post it on the school forum! Still game for it?”


    Corinne frowned slightly then remained silent for a brief moment as if to think about it. At longst, she


    said, “Deal!”


    The girl smiled in contempt and said, “What are you waiting for, then? Remember not to be a sore


    loser!”


    Corinne turned around, went on stage, and took the ukulele from Ivanka.


    Ivanka faked a kind expression and pretended to show concern for her. “You should back out of the


    challenge. Girls like us value our reputation a lot, and it won’t look good on you if you have to crawl out


    of here!”


    Corinne smirked. “How do you know I’ll have to crawl out when I haven’t yed it yet?”


    Ivanka made a veiledment, “The ukulele isn’t as easy to learn as the guitar, and the fingering is


    super difficult! I’m just worried that you’ll make a fool of yourself.”


    “I appreciate your advice.” Corinne went straight to business without much ado. She lowered her head


    calmly and tuned the ukulele before looking up and raising her head at Ivanka. “You were going to sing


    and dance, right? Aren’t you ready to begin?”


    Ivanka let out an almost inaudible snort. She was never sincere in persuading Corinne to back out of


    the challenge, so she was very much eager to see how that overconfident country girl could make a


    fool of herself.


    After advising Corinne insincerely again, Ivanka stood nonchntly in the center of the small stage and


    adjusted the microphone. She then pretended to get ready for her performance. However, she was


    never serious about performing a song-and-dance, because she expected Corinne not to be able to


    y anything at all. Since Corinne was unable to apany her, she would have to y the ukulele


    and sing by herself again!


    With everyone looking eagerly and anticipatingly at everyone, Corinne finally plucked the strings. The


    sound that was produced was not so much a piece of music as it was a jarring mishmash of noise!


    Corinne fiddled with the ukulele strings at random, and the sound produced was anything but music!


    The students in the audience had disgusted expressions as a result.


    “Goodness! I thought Corinne knew how to y!”


    “Where did she get the confidence to perform when she’s ying like that?”


    “She’s just randomly plucking the strings! It sounds horrible!”


    “Ivanka’s ukulele will be ruined!”


    “I think so, too!”


    Ivanka and her friendsughed to themselves. Seeing Corinne make a fool of herself was their goal.


    That way, everyone’s impression of her would sour, and no one would think of her as the legendary all-


    round top student anymore.


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    To make things worse, they would take a video of her crawling on the ground in a bit!


    At that moment, several people were standing on the terrace opposite them, all of whom were


    handsome or beautiful in their own way.


    “Hahaha!” Sunnyughed out loud. “Did you see that, Jeremy? Corinne’s butchering her performance!


    How embarrassing!”


    Rosie, too, had a smile on her face and contempt in her eyes. She reveled in the misery Corinne must


    have felt as she watched her bungle the piece.


    ‘It shouldn’te as a surprise at all. A country bumpkin like her will never know the meaning of


    elegance, music, or art!’


    While it was not surprising for those who came out of poverty to put in the necessary effort in cultural


    subjects and be top students, they would certainly struggle to hone true artistic cultivation.


    Gerald looked on nonchntly with no particr emotion showing on his face.


    Zeke shook his head and sighed, then raised his arm to hook it over Jeremy’s shoulder. “Looks like


    your new wife ain’t got rhythm!”


    Jeremy had a pensive stare as he narrowed his eyes while the corners of his thin lips twitched. “Is that


    so?”


    Zeke raised an eyebrow. ‘What do you mean, is that so? What’s there to doubt when she’s ying


    like that?’


    In an instant, the jarring noiseing from the opposite suddenly morphed into a pleasant


    melody.


    Zeke was taken aback and turned his head to look over. He initially expected a different person to have


    taken over from Corinne, but it turned out that it was still Corinne ying the ukulele!