Ms. Victoria was also surprised by Mia's new image, but hearing the chaotic discussions in the classroom, she sternly rebuked, "Quiet down, everyone!"
"And you can sit down now."
The girl's former unconfident image made her so ordinary among a group of flamboyant and energetic classmates that teachers would even forget her name.
Apparently, Ms. Victoria had just forgotten Mia's name.
However, the magical transformation from an ugly duckling to a swan did not subside so quickly.
Despite the teacher's scolding, many students in the classroom were still discussing Mia.
This made Ms. Victoria, standing on the podium, look increasingly displeased, on the verge of another outburst.
It was at this moment that a knock sounded on the classroom door, followed by a small figure peeking in, then stealthily sneaking into the classroom.
At the same time, a burst of loud laughter erupted in the classroom again.
The newcomer was none other than Sheldon, whose appearance at this moment could be described as disastrous.
His shoelaces were untied, his belt was exposed, his shirt hem hung loosely outside, and even his usually meticulous hairstyle was now a mess.
What was worse, his clothes and face were covered in a lot of red, viscous, unknown liquid.
Compared to the usually impeccable and well-dressed Sheldon, he could now be described as sloppy.
This limited-edition Sheldon was a rare sight, so the students' attention quickly shifted from Mia to Sheldon.
"Mr. Sheldon, can you tell me why you're late?" Ms. Victoria showed no good humor towards the culprit who had once again caused a commotion in the classroom.
Furthermore, Ms. Victoria had just addressed Mia's hat issue, and now Sheldon had appeared with a clothing issue.
This coincidence seemed to be deliberately opposing the teacher.
"Sorry, Ms. Victoria. I can explain, I was late because of an unexpected situation at home." Sheldon, who failed to sneak back to his seat like a "transparent person," could only stand by the podium and answer the question.
"And what about your clothes? If I recall correctly, the school has regulations on student attire, first and foremost, it must be neat." Ms. Victoria's expression was serious, not intending to let Sheldon off so easily.
Perhaps it was because Sheldon's personality was usually unlikable, but at this moment, Ms. Victoria seemed to be making an issue out of nothing.
"It's hot dog—" Sheldon explained, "Mom forgot to add ketchup to my hot dog this morning, so I had to do it myself..."
Because of her eldest son's departure, Mary was somewhat distracted while preparing breakfast today, thus forgetting to squeeze ketchup onto her youngest son's hot dog.
This was naturally unbearable for Sheldon, who pursued "perfection," so he chose to complete the hot dog himself.
The rest was easy to explain: Sheldon, with almost zero practical skills, messed up his breakfast.
At the same time, under a chain reaction, he also missed the time for school.
Subsequently, Sheldon, who had never been late for school, didn't even have time to tidy up his appearance in order to catch the school bell.
However, the more anxious one is, the more prone to mistakes one becomes. Apparently, Sheldon not only messed up his breakfast, but he also missed the school bell.
Such a tragic encounter should have evoked sympathy. However, when the person telling this "joke" was Sheldon, the students couldn't help but laugh.
It could be said that the comedic effect was maximized.
Facing the "mockery" of the crowd, Sheldon's panic attack was almost triggered, but he still stubbornly explained, "This is ketchup, I can fix them very soon..."
However, in response to his serious explanation, even more intense laughter erupted in the classroom.
At this point, Sheldon's panic attack fully set in. Like a child who felt wronged and wanted to go home to his mother, he turned and fled the classroom in a disheveled manner.
What a terrible day.
"Alright, stop laughing, everyone," Ms. Victoria patted the podium, maintaining order in the classroom.
Today was the first day of the new semester, and there were no special arrangements, so Ms. Victoria didn't pay much attention to Sheldon's departure.
Then, after the teacher emphasized classroom discipline again, she let the students freely organize themselves to do a thorough cleaning of the classroom.
Yes, today's task was a thorough cleaning.
As school ended in the afternoon, the students, having enjoyed a relaxed day, walked out of the school.
The high-value quartet of Mike and his three companions once again received the most attention from students on the playground.
After a day of interaction, Lina had become best friends with the simple Mia.
At this moment, the two girls were walking behind Mike and Paige, whispering.
Meanwhile, a stretched luxury Lincoln pulled up at the school gate.
The car door opened, and a bald, middle-aged man who looked like a butler came to the front of the car, standing ramrod straight, clearly well-trained.
"Lina, someone's here to pick me up. See you tomorrow—" Seeing the Lincoln and the middle-aged man parked at the entrance, Mia spoke up to bid Lina farewell.
Then, the girl secretly glanced at Mike ahead before walking towards the Lincoln.
"Mr. Joseph, did Grandma send you to pick me up?" Mia greeted the middle-aged man.
"Yes, Queen Renaldi sent me to pick you up. You still have an etiquette lesson to complete today." The middle-aged man's expression seemed rigid, but his eyes held a hint of doting affection, "Also, my name is Joseph-Joe, you can call me Joe, or you can call me Joseph."
"Okay, Joseph. Let's go—" Mia smiled and got into the Lincoln.
As the luxurious Lincoln drove away, many students at the school gate speculated about Mia's identity.
As mentioned before, it was rare to see million-dollar luxury cars in Medford, let alone a top-of-the-line stretched Lincoln.
People who could ride in such a car were definitely not just wealthy.
"Mike, do you need me to help you inquire about Mia? You seem very interested in her—" After watching the luxury car leave, Lina caught up with Mike ahead, teasing him with a smile.
"No need, Mia should be a royal princess." Mike had already realized that Mia was the protagonist in "The Princess Diaries."
Inquiring about royal family members was not a good idea.
"Also, how did you figure out I'm interested in her?" Mike turned his head, looking at the girl speechlessly.
"Don't pretend, don't I know what you're thinking?" Lina, disregarding the gazes of those around them, stepped forward and hugged Mike's arm.
Two mounds pressed together, with good elasticity.
"Your skills are improving, it seems I need to teach you a lesson..." Mike skipped the topic of the princess and walked towards his red Ferrari with Lina and Paige.
Today, Lina's domestic discipline was unavoidable.
Is it wrong for a man to be lustful?
When capable, the answer is obvious.
And for Mike, Princess Mia's current beauty clearly matched his aesthetic.
However, the other party was a princess after all, so everything needed to proceed slowly.
Meanwhile, Mia, who had taken a car to a super luxurious villa, met her grandmother here—Queen Renaldi of Genovia.
The queen, over half a century old, exuded an elegant aristocratic aura.
"Mia, you look very happy today. Did something good happen?" Queen Renaldi asked with a smile after embracing her granddaughter.
Mia grew up in a single-parent family. Her mother was an "artist" who loved art. Unable to tolerate the rules and regulations within the Kingdom of Genovia, she divorced her royal heir husband and brought her daughter to live alone in a small town in America countryside.
The struggling living conditions shaped Mia's timid and cautious personality.
Such a person was inherently unsuited to become the Princess of Genovia, let alone further become the Queen of the Kingdom.
It was only because Genovia's father suddenly passed away, and Queen Renaldi was getting older, that the Kingdom needed to choose another heir to maintain stability.
Therefore, Queen Renaldi sought out her granddaughter who had been living abroad.
And Mia, who had grown up wild since childhood, needed to learn many things to become a qualified royal princess, the most superficial being royal etiquette.
The complex and tedious etiquette matters made Mia, this rural "wild girl," suffer greatly.
Under such circumstances, the girl would certainly not be happy.
Therefore, Queen Renaldi was surprised to see Mia's current cheerful demeanor.
"Something good did indeed happen..." A happy smile unconsciously appeared on Mia's face.
Perhaps becoming a princess isn't so bad after all!
The girl thought of Mike. If things had developed normally, she would never have had any interaction with him.
But if she were a noble princess, the situation would be different.