Chapter 30 Her Name
Wasn’t On The List
The chaos eventually settled when the cafeteria manager hurried over to intervene.
The boy offered a reluctant apology, and after a few calming words from the manager, the whole ordeal was quickly
forgotten.
Joanna, however, chose not to accept his apology.
A few minutes later, she walked back to the dorm, her clothes soaked in greasy soup.
Kristy was the only one there, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Did you just crawl out of a dumpster?”
Joanna was too tired to say anything. She quickly cleaned herself up in the bathroom before crawling into bed for a nap.
Bored, Kristy pursed her lips and opened their dorm’s three–person group chat, where Darla had just shared a video.
The video showed Joanna standing awkwardly in the crowd, with lettuce leaves tangled in her hair and her face covered in soybean paste soup, as if she had just come out of a food fight.
Kristy couldn’t hold back a fit of laughter, thoroughly enjoying the scene.
“Karma really is a bummer,” she typed in the chat before getting ready to head to lunch.
As she walked past Joanna’s bed, something made her stop in her tracks.
Joanna was already deep in sleep, completely unaware of her surroundings.
A mischievous glint sparkled in Kristy’s eyes as she quietly made her way to Joanna’s bedside.
At one o’clock sharp, Joanna’s alarm jolted her awake.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and grabbed her phone, noticing that the teacher had posted the scholarship recipient list in their group chat.
Her sleepiness quickly faded as her mind snapped into focus.
Her name wasn’t anywhere on the list.
How was this possible? Since she had enrolled, she had always been the top recipient for every scholarship.
Besides, no one listed had a higher score than hers.
Something was definitely off.
In a rush, Joanna jumped out of bed, washed her face, and grabbed the trench coat hanging nearby, determined to find the
teacher responsible for the scholarship evaluation and figure out what went wrong.
Kristy watched with a spark of excitement in her eyes as Joanna slipped into the coat.
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Chapter 30 Her Name Wasn’t On The List
Leaping off her bed, she quickly put on her shoes and hurried after Joanna.
By the time Joanna reached the teacher’s office, several students were already present, all recipients of the scholarship,
including Norene and Mathew.
Both Norene and Mathew had impressive academic records and had earned the scholarship this time around.
Surprised, Norene pulled Joanna aside. “Joanna, I noticed your name wasn’t on the scholarship list. Did you come to the wrong place? They’re about to hand out the awards–maybe you should leave.”
The message was clear. “Don’t make a fool of yourself here.”
Joanna shook her hand off and retorted coldly, “Your GPA is 3.6, while mine is 4.9. If I should leave, do you really think you belong here?”
Norene’s expression soured instantly.
Joanna was right. With a maximum score of 5, she had always scored above 4.8.
For three years, Norene had struggled to keep up, only to see the gap between them widen with each passing year.
Mathew frowned and spoke up. Joanna, you know why you didn’t get the scholarship. Norene’s just trying to help you. If you stay here, you’re just humiliating yourself.”
Joanna immediately seized on the key point. “So, you know why I wasn’t chosen?”
Mathew’s disappointment was evident. “Are you really still pretending? Haven’t you seen the news online-”
“Everyone, please be quiet,” Coen suddenly called out as he entered the room with a man by his side.
The man was tall, his features sharp, and his demeanor mature.
“Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Owen Harvey, the chairman of the Harvey Group and the sponsor of the scholarship,”
Coen said
Owen’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, his voice low and steady, “Hello, everyone.”
A wave of excitement rippled through the room. The girls blushed, whispering to each other about how handsome he
looked.
Coen gave a quick cough. “Okay, everyone, please calm down. Mr. Harvey is here to observe the scholarship handout and handle some promotional tasks. Please take your certificates and line up based on your award levels.”
A photographer entered, ready to organize the students into formation.
Coen happily reserved the prime spot in the front row for Owen, and everything seemed to be going as planned.
But then, a voice cut through the crowd, saying, “Mr. Schultz, I have a question.”
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