Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 397
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Chapter 397:
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Khloe answered each one, leaving Polly with no choice but to ask a question from kinematics—one that she herself didn’t know the answer to. To her surprise, Khloe answered it effortlessly, and even Zhecrora University professors confirmed her answer was spot on.
The entire elite class had been completely outclassed by Khloe.
“So, does anyone else have a question?” Khloe wasn’t standing anymore; she had pulled up a chair and was lounging casually against the podium. The elite class was silent. No one dared to meet Khloe’s eyes. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to ask.
Questions swirled in the room, but no one dared to speak up. They could only hope that someone else would step in to fix the situation.
The scene, posted on the forum, left every student at Zhecrora University in disbelief.
Khloe had really taken on the entire elite class on her own. Just how deep did her academic knowledge run?
“What’s happening in the elite class? Are they really going to allow this flashy actress to succeed? Isn’t anyone going to step in?” Some forum members, still irritated by Khloe’s presence, vented their frustrations. “You still think Khloe is just showing off with her academic achievements? To truly challenge her, there’s probably only one person at Zhecrora University who could do it.”
“Who’s that?”
“Barth Gonzalez, the president of the student council.”
Just as this was posted on the forum, a composed young man appeared on the live stream, shattering the tension in the elite class.
The young man stepped forward, his features sharp and clear, eyes locked on Khloe at the podium. “I’ll challenge you.”
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Barth Gonzalez, the esteemed student council president of Zhecrora University and leader of the elite class, was widely celebrated as the university’s brightest prodigy.
The elite class students erupted in excitement at his unexpected entrance.
“Barth! He’s back!”
“This is amazing! Now that he’s here, Khloe doesn’t stand a chance against us!”
“Barth is incredible! He showed up right when we needed him most! He probably came straight from the airport, suitcase and all, just to save the day!”
Even Polly, who usually carried herself with an air of superiority, hesitated before shuffling closer to Barth, her demeanor unexpectedly timid. “Barth, you’re finally back. Khloe’s getting way too full of herself. You have to put her in her place.”
Barth, however, didn’t spare Polly a glance. His focus remained solely on Khloe, his gaze filled with scrutiny and curiosity. “I’ve faced you before, and you beat me.”
Sunlight cascaded over Khloe, casting a radiant halo around her striking features. Her already relaxed demeanor grew even more nonchalant as she heard his words, a faint, detached smile gracing her lips. “Sorry, I don’t remember you.”
Barth’s usually composed expression faltered for a split second, surprise flickering across his handsome face. He had expected her to remember him—after all, she had lingered vividly in his memory.
Since childhood, Barth had been a prodigy, effortlessly claiming first place in countless competitions. Yet, there was one instance in his high school years when he had been dethroned.
During the unified entrance exam in Zhecrora, Barth had placed second.
The bitter memory of that loss haunted him, driving him to uncover the identity of the person who had surpassed him. His search led him to Khloe, but by the time he learned her name, she had already left the country. He never imagined their paths would cross again at Zhecrora University.
Barth’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember me. I’ll make sure you do—when I defeat you. And this time, I won’t hold back.”
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