Her Hidden Hero from the Unwritten Page novel Chapter 15

Winona decisively gave up, picked up her phone, and checked her texting app.

There were two class group chats. One included the homeroom teacher and the subject teachers, mostly used for assigning homework and sending out test materials. The other had no teachers in it.

Right now, the teacher-free chat, aptly named "The Academic Burnout Society," was blowing up with notifications.

The Great English Rep: [Emergency! Who's done with the physics worksheet? Send a copy to your humble servant, I'm begging.]

Maining Aphrodite: [I need it too (crying face). Once again petitioning to change the group name to Death by Homework.]

SpicySpaghetti: [They give us two days off, but hand out six worksheets. How the hell is this any different from not having a break?]

Slacker King: [I finished it, but the last two essay questions were too hard. I couldn't solve them.]

Maining Aphrodite: [For real? If the academic rep can't solve them, then barely anyone in this class can.]

Slacker King: [I really couldn't. It's too hard (crying face).]

SpicySpaghetti: [@X, Calling the academic god. Calling the god.]

X: [Haven't done physics yet. Will send it when I finish.]

Slacker King: [Thank you, God Herbert.]

Maining Aphrodite: [Thank you, God Herbert.]

A massive wave of "Thank you, God Herbert" flooded the screen.

Aside from the few quiet students on full-ride poverty scholarships, most of the class consisted of highly active socialites.

The messages scrolled past in seconds.

X: [Stop.]

"Hmph. What a poser!"

Winona let out a disdainful scoff. She tossed her phone onto the desk, crossed her arms, and engaged in a staring contest with the blank physics worksheet. She could read every single word, but strung together, they made absolutely zero sense.

She scrubbed her hands through her hair in utter agony. She felt like a middle-aged man facing his wife—willing, but completely incapable.

“Physics! You truly strip me of all my dignity.”

Winona's finger hovered over the screen for a long time before she finally bit the bullet and sent him a friend request.

-

Jupiter slept for a long time. By the time he woke up, the sky outside was already dark.

His bedroom was tiny, fitting only a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. The single bed was pushed against the window, where a flimsy curtain fluttered over the small sliding glass, doing nothing to block out the light.

The room was dim, illuminated only by a sliver of light bleeding through the crack under the door.

"Jupiter, are you awake?"

A knock sounded, followed by Sarah's gentle voice, laced with the cautious hesitation she had carried for years.

Jupiter stood up. Without turning on the light, he walked straight over and opened the door.

Bright light immediately poured into the room.

The tall, lean teenager leaned one hand against the doorframe. His hair fell slightly messy over his forehead, and his lips were remarkably pale. "What's wrong?"