Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1646

The next moment, a quick voice message pinged into the chat.

"Jackson: Fiona, I'll swing by after school to grab dinner with you."

Fiona shot back a bright "sure" and tucked her phone away like it was a prized treasure. She was thrilled her brother hadn't married Zoe. As class kicked off, for once, Fiona wasn't dozing off. Instead, she was all focus, scribbling notes with an air of determination.

Truth be told, she was actually sketching a map of the U.S., daydreaming about the smoothest routes for her imaginary road trip.

"Take a lesson from Ms. Fiona, everyone," the teacher chimed in unexpectedly. "Look at her putting in the work despite her grades. Some of you have better grades but can't be bothered to try. You're coasting on your family's support now, but what happens when you're on your own?"

This unexpected praise threw Fiona for a loop. She blinked and casually flipped open her book, where important bits were highlighted and filled with various problem-solving tactics—more detailed than the teacher's own notes.

Getting such praise was new for Fiona, and it left her a bit flustered, though she didn't linger on it.

"Teacher, you might need new glasses. Fiona hasn't even turned to the right page," a student quipped.

"Yeah, teacher, those compliments feel a bit forced," another chimed in.

Class 19 was infamous for its underperformers, and the students were known for their cheeky attitudes. They weren't shy about challenging a teacher, with smirks plastered on their faces.

But today, they had met their match—the chemistry teacher, known for his no-nonsense approach.

He stepped down from the podium, heading to Fiona's desk, and picked up her book. It was brimming with chemical equations, even problems they hadn't covered yet, all annotated meticulously. Fiona's notes were far more detailed than his lesson plans.

If someone from Class A had cracked it, it would've been a standout moment. Struggling with it would've been normal.

Chemistry was tougher than most subjects, after all.

A student eager to stir the pot stepped up to take a closer look. His jaw practically hit the floor.

"No way, Fiona, you didn't write this. If you did, I'll eat my hat."

The detailed notes in the book left everyone wide-eyed.