Mission: Revenge – The Heiress's Second Life novel Chapter 31

Clara spent the entire morning working on test papers.

[System Notification: Mission Accomplished!]

[Reward: A proper heiress must have her own nest egg. Knowledge is wealth. Rewarding host with $3,000!]

[Reward: A proper heiress must have her own nest egg. Knowledge is wealth. Rewarding host with $5,000!]

Clara rested her chin in her hand, pondering the math.

A D rewarded her with $1,000, a C with $1,500, and a B with $2,000. If she somehow achieved a perfect grade, the reward might even jump to $10,000...

She checked her banking app. Her balance already sat at a comfortable $15,000.

All of this was earned purely through grinding out test papers.

In the beginning, just passing had been a struggle, but now, acing a test felt entirely effortless.

Clara stacked her completed papers and delivered them to Mr. Yates's office.

"Excellent, very excellent!" Tobias Yates nodded approvingly. "You've got a solid grasp of these fundamental concepts, which shows you've been reading and retaining the material. The few questions you missed were curveballs. They just require a slightly different analytical approach..."

[System Notification: Host has received genuine praise. Reward: Memory +1.]

[System Notification: Host has received genuine encouragement. Reward: Comprehension +1.]

Clara sat obediently, listening to Tobias explain the problems while the system continuously showered her with rewards.

When she glanced back at the questions she had gotten wrong, she found that she could spot the trap instantly.

The entire morning slipped by in this productive haze.

At noon, Clara headed to the cafeteria with Chelsea Zane.

The moment she walked in, she could feel countless judging eyes locking onto her.

Springfield First Academy had a massive population of arts students, so they had an entire building dedicated to the fine arts.

The piano rooms were on the second floor. A grand piano sat in the main lobby, available for public use as long as students signed it out.

Clara took a seat at the bench.

She rested her fingers over the keys, but her mind went completely blank. She didn't even know which note to press.

The few pieces she had been forced to learn back then had entirely vanished from her memory now that the crushing pressure was gone.

She stood up and walked over to a corner bookshelf overflowing with sheet music.

Selecting the simplest piece she could find, she pulled out *Twinkle Twinkle Little Star*.

"Clara, do you know how to play?" Chelsea leaned over curiously. "I can sing it, but I can't play it. Sheet music looks so complicated, I can't read a single note of it."

The moment Chelsea finished speaking, Clara set the sheet music down and returned to the piano bench.