"Ellinor is truly an all-rounder. She plays the violin even better than the music students!"
"My God, I'll never doubt her skills again!"
"Me neither! Now I get why Ellinor is known as 'Miss Perfect', and why the principal admires her so much!"
It became crystal clear, everyone in the room was singing praises, clapping their hands off.
But Yvette and her buddies looked like they'd just eaten a sour grape.
Ellinor gently put down her violin and walked towards them, "Now, it's your turn to apologize to Principal."
The ringleader looked in disbelief, "You...you're not even a music major. How could you play the violin so well?"
Ellinor calmly replied, "Well, I know how to play the violin!"
The girl was so furious with Ellinor's calm tone that she gritted her teeth, "You played better than..."
"Go on, what were you going to say?" Ellinor raised an eyebrow.
The girl clamped her mouth shut. She didn't want to compliment Ellinor, feeling totally cheesed off!
Seeing her silence, Ellinor continued, "I've done playing. Everyone's cool with it. Now, keep your promise and apologize to the Principal."
The girls looked at each other, hesitating, obviously none of them wanted to apologize.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and apologize to Ellinor and the principal!"
"Yeah, you started the mess. Now you lost and don't want to say sorry?"
"Go apologize!"
"Ellinor! Stop!"
Ellinor stopped and turned back.
Yvette chased after her with the violin, huffing and puffing, "Ellinor, you broke my violin, and you want to just leave? Pay me for the violin first!"
"The violin is broken? It was fine when I played it!" Ellinor remained calm, and looked at the violin Yvette was holding. Nothing seemed wrong.
Yvette shoved the violin in her face, "Look closely! The scratches on the violin were definitely made by you on purpose! This violin is antique and very valuable, you know?"
Now, Yvette had dropped her pretentious and smug face in front of the classmates, her mask was off, showing a face full of hatred and dissatisfaction.
Ellinor glanced at the violin, indeed, there were many scratches. She frowned, "How much do you want for it?"
Yvette feigned kindness and politeness, "Considering we're classmates, I won't ask for too much, just twenty thousand dollars!"
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