Chapter 155 - 155: I'll Always Back You Up

The messages were accompanied by pictures of Ada, each of which was sexy. Ada was pretty, but Sophia thought her face was popular.

She checked the comments.

Some spoke highly of her, like

"Ada beauty is so good. I have also attended the audition. So HARD! It's not easy to win first place."

"Ha, ha. Male contestants might faint for Ada."

"Gorgeous!"

But most were like this,

"Who's she? I never heard of her. Why is she on the hot search? Plastic surgery face."

"I can't remember this face. Don't hype here, plastic surgery face. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Isn't its Athena who owned both beauty and wisdom?"

"Showing off here? You force me to publish your pre-plastic surgery photos, do you? Okay…" A photo was attached to the message.

"The first beauty is my beloved Sophia. Don't buy hot search, artificial face. The tone of the marketing numbers was so awkward."

"You're so high-profile? Aren't you afraid of being humiliated? Calling for @Sophia Green of Colin High School."

***

Sophia didn't get it.

What did it matter to her? Why was she always mentioned?

"It pissed me off. Where did this Sophia come from?" Ada grabbed a cup from the table and smashed it on the ground, pieces of glass burst everywhere. 

The agent was startled and said, "This is out of my expectation. I don't know what company is helping her hype. The means are more ruthless than us. If it weren't for her, the Super Quiz in this season would definitely make you famous."

Ada grabbed an ashtray. "Bang." She threw it on the floor. But the ashtray was of good quality and did not break.

She was even angrier, "Shameless attention-seeker! She is so good at the hype that she must have bribed the staff in the program group and got the questions, right? How do I compete? I can't remember the answers to so many questions. What if she remembers better than me?"

The agent comforted her at once, "No. Mr. Fox, who was in charge of setting questions, said that he would only sell the questions to us and not to others. The questions were charged by him alone. No one else could get them."

Ada calmed down a little bit, "Really? If that Sophia had offered a higher price, wouldn't he have sold it to her?"

"I don't think so." The agent said, "I knew this man. He's afraid we'll tell. He didn't dare do that."

Ada sat back on the sofa. "I'm just not happy. You said that after getting some popularity from this show, I could begin to develop in the entertainment industry. But now I'm covered by her. How can I accumulate popularity? This Sophia… Does she want to enter the entertainment industry, too? Well, does she have the ability?"

The agent smiled and said," Not everyone can develop in the entertainment industry. Girls should have a beautiful appearance and… social skills like Miss Ada. Sophia is just a schoolgirl. She can't make it. Don't worry, leave it to me. In a few days, you'll be completely in the limelight."

***

Sophia didn't have time to concern the comments on the Internet. And, she didn't care about them. At first, she attended the show to fight against the scum Charles. But then, she was tempted by the prize of two million dollars.

She didn't care what people think of her.

She took a bus to Glinton. She was familiar with the campus and found Professor Normand's office herself.

She knocked on the door. "Come in, please." She heard the voice of Professor Normand.

Then she opened the door and went into the office.

"Nice to meet you, Professor Normand. I'm Sophia."

Professor Normand looked up, looked her over, and said, "I heard you are number one in the Chemistry Olympiad. Are you really a liberal arts student?"

Sophia nodded. "Yes. I don't like physics, so I can only choose liberal arts."

Professor Normand was silent for a moment and said, "You haven't officially enrolled yet. I have a curriculum for all the majors in the Institute of Chemistry. You can choose some interesting classes to have."

As he spoke, he took a folder from his drawer, "All classes are here. Check it yourself."

Sophia took over the folder and saw pieces of curricula. There were more than a dozen majors in the Department of Chemistry, and there were four grades in each major. These curricula were a thick tart.

Among these, there were graduate and doctor curriculums, as if the undergraduate courses were not enough for Sophia.

She took the folder and thanked Professor Normand.

"If there's something you don't know, just come to me. If I'm not here, just go to the lab building," said Professor Normand.

Sophia didn't say much and left the office. She flipped through the curriculum and happened to see the course she liked. She found the classroom according to the curriculum, sat quietly in the last row, and listened to the teacher.

After class, Sophia got up and was about to leave. As soon as she got out of the classroom, she heard someone calling her from behind.

She turned around and saw Nina coming to her in a rage. "You are really haunted. You come here to chase Charles. You're shameless."

Then, Sophia noticed that Nina and Charles were also in the classroom. She had been absorbed in the lesson and didn't notice them at all.

Charles looked at them from a distance, unspoken and haughty, as if he enjoyed seeing women fighting for him.

Sophia frowned and was amazed at the couple.

She said coldly, "I'm not a fly."

Then, she turned to go.

"What?" Nina didn't understand.

***

Sophia doubted how Nina entered Glinton with such intelligence.

But soon, her doubt was gone, because she saw another person.

"Miss Green!" Hammer ran towards her from a distance. "Great. You've made it to Glinton."

Sophia hadn't seen Hammer for a while. It was only then that she remembered that he was also in Glinton.

Soon, Hammer got to Sophia. He looked quite happy. "I saw you on the Internet. You are amazing, girl. I gave you a thumbs up. Did you see that?"

"No."

Her message could have tens of thousands of likes. How could she see Hammer? And she didn't know Hammer's account.

Hammer was not sad at all. "It's okay. I'll always back you up. By the way, you should follow me."

"All right."