The Princess and the Paupers

For the next few days, Arabella was still busy in the lab, but the rumors outside were getting more and more intense.
“School’s been in session for almost a month, and I heard that the top scorer has only attended a few days of classes. Does she
think she can do whatever she wants just because her scores are good?”
“The teachers in her class think highly of her. Apparently, they didn’t talk to her in private, and the classmates also respect her a
lot.”
“She just got an award during training, and the whole class got a day off. What’s so great about that?”
Kelly heard these gossips in the restroom and couldn’t help but retort, “Yeah, it’s not a big deal, but it seems like nobody in your
class has done it, right?”
The short–haired girl who was complaining to her friends saw Kelly and couldn’t help but say, “I know you You’re Arabella’s
friend. We’re talking about Arabella. What does it have to do with you?”
Kelly: “Since you said I’m her friend, then her business is my business. So tell me, what does it matter to you whether Arabella
comes to school or not? You’re so nosy!”
The short–haired girl was left speechless.
After washing her hands, Kelly was about to leave the restroom. She seemed to think of something and suddenly stopped,
saying, “Oh, by the way, Arabella doesn’t come to school because she has the privilege. Not everyone needs to sit in a
classroom to learn.”
With Arabella’s talent, attending classes would be a waste of time.
What really attracted her to Westerly College were the high–value equipment in the laboratory and researching new drug
formulas with Grandpa Beck.
After leaving the restroom, Kelly returned to her seat in the cafeteria and said, “There are all kinds of people these days.”
“What happened?” Arabella saw her looking a bit angry, which was rather cute.
Kelly told her what had just happened. Joyce at the side couldn’t help but say, “I’ve also been annoyed by those people recently.
Probably because Arabella’s grades are too good, everyone’s paying attention to her.”

Another roommate said, “Me too. I was going to class 3303 the other day and heard people talking about Bella not attending
class. I wanted to ask, What’s it to them whether Bella goes to class or not?”
Arabella thought for a while. She indeed hadn’t gone to class for a long time, so she asked, “What’s the next course?”
“Pharmacy.”
This course mainly explained the effects of prescriptions, diagnosis, treatment, etc. Because the theory was the same, the
neurology class and the surgery class will attend together.
“Let’s go to class then.”
Hearing that Arabella was going to class, Kelly was stunned. “Wait for me.”
The professor teaching pharmacy today was a kind–faced old man, dressed simply and wearing glasses.
Because there were too many students in class, he couldn’t take attendance one by one but had the class presidents count the
number of students. He was somewhat surprised to learn that everyone in the neurology class was present.
“The top scorer is here? Let me see which little girl she is.” The old professor lifted his head, looked at the student through the
glasses, and seemed very curious about who the top scorer was.
“Professor Lambert, the top scorer is here!”
“Over here!”
“This is our class’s top scorer.”
The students of the neurology class were all enthusiastic, eagerly wanting to introduce Arabella to Professor Lambert. However,
the students from the surgery class frowned, seemingly uninterested.