Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 287 - 286: Setting My Own Pace

For a moment, the live stream became eerily silent.

Mia Sutton only turned the computer’s camera because of the comments, and soon turned it back.

Some people even lamented in the comments, asking if Mia Sutton would sell the book, claiming they would pay a high price.

Mia Sutton: No way, those are her treasures, painstakingly collected from all over the country, why would she sell them?

Mia Sutton showed them the bookshelf, then everyone saw Mia suddenly remember something in the live stream.

The next second, she disappeared from the camera, leaving everyone wondering what Mia was up to, but she quickly returned.

Mia looked at the screen, smiled slowly, and then said gently, "By the way, is the person who said I didn’t get into Aethelgard by my own ability still here?"

"Judging by your words, you seem a bit different from ordinary people, having a special passion for certain things. Although I don’t quite understand, seeing your strong desire to consume it, I feel compelled to fulfill your request."

With that, she took out her phone, pulled up her college entrance exam results, and brought it close to the camera: "To that brother or sister, come, take a look, these are my exam results."

All the viewers in the live room: "...." ???

The image was crystal clear, with every subject score and the total score clearly visible.

Everyone was stunned for a long time, and after a while...

[Damn, damn, damn, Mia’s exam results are this high?!!!]

[Damn it, this is just inhuman, surpassing seven hundred, what a devil.]

[Such a score is beyond my reach for a lifetime, sorry for the disturbance.]

[Who spread the rumor that Mia’s grades were poor? With such exam results, my eyes are blinded out of their sockets, and someone still says her grades are poor, fake academic persona? Does this TM even need a persona, this is simply the real scholar persona.]

Everyone had been focusing on her college transcript that was leaked, but didn’t expect Mia’s entrance exam scores to be so high.

Mia leisurely put down her phone, then took out a pile of things from the side, and said seriously, "To prevent claims of cheating in my exams, I’ve thoughtfully gathered these things at great effort."

As she spoke, Mia displayed them, a pile of certificates, various award certificates, city-level, provincial-level, national-level, all present, including several competition certificates.

Netizens: "..." Sorry, their view was narrow.

Mia leisurely finished showing them, then gently asked: "I wonder if that dear netizen is in the live stream? I bet you are, so did you see clearly?"

"When you start your live stream, remember to notify me in advance, I’ll definitely support you. If you think there aren’t enough people, I could even help you with some free promotion."

That netizen was indeed in the live stream.

He was so worked up at the time, he spoke without thinking, who knew Mia would actually respond to his comment.

He had harbored a delusion that Mia might just be saying it to hype herself up, after all, she’s a big star, being insulted is part of the job, he cursed a few times, so what, it wouldn’t cost her a thing.

In the past, he also often got paid to do such things, never saw any star really caring.

Moreover, isn’t he helping them gain hype, after all, negative fame is still fame, isn’t it?

Now seeing Mia really cared about it, he panicked, the anxiety on his face was visibly apparent.

The live stream on the computer continued, and the phone beside him kept pinging incessantly, his fingers trembling as he unlocked it.

It was all messages from Weibo, the numbers under private messages were rising rapidly, he shakily opened it to glance, almost all were asking when he would start the stream.

He looked at those messages, and swiftly deleted his Weibo account.

Yet the comments in the live stream kept flowing.

[Hahaha, this is just too bamboo, that person definitely didn’t expect Mia to not only respond but also pull out all her past grades.]

[Mia: I do not accept false accusations against me.]

[Isn’t this a bit much, the person just said a few things online, and Mia even cares about this, isn’t that too vengeful?]

[Exactly, you’re a celebrity, why care about some ordinary people.]

[This simply made me laugh till I vomited, stop with the moral coercion, who started this in the first place? Being weak makes you right? Why didn’t he think of the consequences before insulting someone, he was having fun with those insults, the top few comments were all his ID, so, he can curse others but others can’t strike back?]

[Really don’t know where those nine years of compulsory education went, full of nonsense!]

Upon hearing this, those who said those words instantly fell silent, not daring to speak again.

[Honestly, I really want to know that person’s reaction.]

[Everyone, I just came back from Weibo, that person probably saw Mia’s live stream, now he’s even deleted his account.]

[Hahaha, the speed of cursing was fast, but the speed of running away was even faster.]

Most people didn’t talk about Mia fabricating an academic persona anymore, but occasionally such comments appeared.

[Although Mia’s entrance exam results are indeed excellent, it doesn’t erase her poor academic performance in university.]

This comment stood out, and Mia saw it immediately.

Even if it wasn’t mentioned in the comments, she was ready to address this issue.

Then everyone in the live stream saw Mia change her demeanor, her expression becoming serious: "I won’t make any excuses for that college transcript, it’s true I didn’t study well."

"I am indeed preparing for Aethelgard’s finals now, as for how the results will be, making any promises now is meaningless, wait until the scores are out, you’ll naturally see the results, on this I have nothing more to say."

"Alright, that’s all about grades, let’s talk about something else."

Finishing with these words, Mia reverted to a somewhat lazy demeanor, her pretty eyes narrowing slightly, the sharpness from before subdued, lounging on the chair like a boneless kitten, particularly harmless.

Lazily said: "I really don’t understand what those marketing accounts are thinking, so many baseless matters, just utterly absurd, mainly that you all even believe them."

"Next time there’s something, just ask me directly, okay? I’ll handle my own narrative."

"Hey, I wonder if I could get paid for revealing my own secrets."