The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Michelle paused for a second, then considered that Mirabella was just a high schooler and nodded. “Sure, that could work.”

Mirabella stopped her fidgeting with the crumpled paper in her hand and lifted her head to stare at the pair. A playful smirk was hidden beneath her mask. “Are you sure you want to see the problems I’ve been working on?”

Heather felt it was a tell–tale sign of covering something up, so she chuckled, “We could all benefit from sharing and learning together, right?”

Leo cast a sideways glance at Heather without a word.

“Alright then.” Mirabella smoothed out the wad of paper she had been toying with.

Michelle walked over and took the paper from Mirabella, her expression humble. “Even though physics isn’t exactly my strong suit, taking a look at a high school problem shouldn’t be a…” She didn’t get to finish the sentence; her voice suddenly cut off.

The viewers in the live stream began to flood the chat with messages as they noticed her

reaction.

[What’s happening? Why has Michelle stopped talking?]

[Look’s like she’s in shock, doesn’t it?]

[Seems like there’s something profound about that problem on the paper. Did anyone manage to snap a screenshot of it?]

[A high school problem stumping a college student?]

[Haha, it feels like there’s a awkward moment coming.]

Seeing her cousin’s odd expression, Heather leaned in and asked, “What’s wrong, Michelle?”

Michelle’s grip on the paper faltered for a moment before she regained her composure and said, “This isn’t a high school problem; it’s a university–level physicstesearch question, quite a tough one. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit I wouldn’t know how to solve this one either. How did you come up with the solution?”

The implication was clear in her words. First, it seemed a bit fishy that a high school student like Mirabella was tackling university–level problems. Second, if Michelle, who specialized in physics at the university level, couldn’t solve it, but Mirabella could, it suggested that Mirabella must have prepared the solutions in advance and brought them to the show to boast.

“You’re doing university problems? Aren’t you a high schooler?” Heather feigned surprise.

“Maybe she is just that much of a brainiac. After all, the students at Parkside High School are no slouches,” Michelle said with a smile that thinly veiled her sarcasm.

Heather nodded. “True, there aren’t many simple students around these days.”

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Hearing this exchange, Leo’s face darkened in an instant, and he was about to stand up when someone grabbed his arm. He turned to look at his sister beside him.

Mirabella’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she nonchalantly stood up and walked over to Heather. Standing tall in front of her, her presence was commanding, completely overshadowing

Heather’s.

Heather met Mirabella’s gaze, that innate clarity making her involuntarily step back, breaking eye contact after a few seconds.

“Weren’t you a high school student once?” Mirabella asked earnestly.

Heather opened her mouth to reply but was cut off as Mirabella continued. “I guess I’m too blunt sometimes. To use your words, there really aren’t many simple people around, especially those who think before speaking.”

Mirabella laughed, then turned to Michelle. “And as for you, you don’t tell me you can’t even understand the Laplace equation?”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org