The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

She hadn't really paid much attention to the book's content, but the other person's speed at flipping through the pages caught her eye. In less than a minute, they had already turned a page.

Meg found it pretty amusing. Who reads a book like that? Even if you were just skimming for the main points, you couldn't possibly go that fast. She suspected the person wasn't really reading at all, just trying to show off. Honestly, Meg had no respect for such pretentious behavior. Shaking her head, she looked away. It was cringe-worthy just to watch.

She leaned over to her classmate and whispered, "Can we swap seats? You sit here, and I'll take your spot."

Mirabella was sitting behind them, and if Meg sat opposite her classmate, she'd see Mirabella every time she looked up. Fearing she wouldn't be able to resist making snarky comments, she decided to switch seats.

Her classmate had no objections and stood up with her book without asking any questions.

Soon, Meg was settled in the new spot. Though their movements were subtle, it still drew the attention of the nearby students. However, as Meg sat down, she glanced behind her and saw the girl still engrossed in her book, oblivious to her surroundings. She shook her head again. Such a phony.

Meg took out a pen and notebook from her bag, opened her book, and focused on her research, tuning out the irrelevant people around her. Her teacher had assigned her to write a paper on genetic systems. If it turned out well, she could even submit it for a competition.noveldrama

Mirabella finished the entire book in just half an hour. Closing it, she lazily stretched her shoulders and arms glanced at her watch, and realized there was still plenty of time before her afternoon class. Yawning and feeling a bit sleepy, she placed the book on top of her physies homework planner and dozed off on the desk.

Meg had been researching for a while but was making slow progress due to missing another crucial source. With her left fingertip resting on he temple and her right hand holding a pen, she unconsciously bit the end of the pen. After a while, she put down the pen, straightened up, and looked toward the engineering section of the shelves, noticing a few people returning books.

After a moment, Meg got up and walked over, hoping the book she needed had been returned. But after searching, she found nothing.

Disappointed, she walked balne

upon lifting her gaze, she saw that Mirabella, who was previously reading, was now sound asleep on the desk. Her lips twitched at the sight.

Next time, she should suggest to the library staff that this place is for reading, not

for some people to sleep. Absolutely no manners.

As Meg shifted her gaze away and pulled out her chair, she suddenly looked up again. This time, her eyes didn't land on Mirabella but on the book lying next to her. It was the very book on data analysis she had been looking for.

Meg hadn't expected to find the book with Mirabella. She stared at it for a good while, then let out a soft chuckle, a rare spark of energy lighting up her meticulously made-up face. Sleeping was one thing, but not returning the book? Did she not realize that someone else might urgently need it?