"Hey, didn't Grace originally say within a week? How did it become three days when you said it?"

  "Exactly. If you're talking about fulfilling a promise, then the bet should be fair according to what Grace said at the time."

  Some classmates stepped forward to back Grace up, but some loved to stir the pot and joined in the jeering.

  "If you have the ability, does it matter if it's three days or five? Isn't it just a matter of placing an order?"

  "That's right. If you really have the capability, time is just a number. You could place the order now and have it delivered tonight."

  Hearing this, Clara deliberately raised her voice and looked at Grace, asking, "Just three days. Do you dare to bet?"

  She wanted Grace to feel embarrassed in front of everyone. A week was too long; she couldn't wait to see Grace slink away with her tail between her legs out of UST.

  Just thinking about it made her want to laugh.

  "Grace, don't listen to her," Eric said urgently, seeing that the two were actually making a bet and that Clara was being so aggressive, clearly leaving Grace no way out. He shook his head. "Without me, how could you possibly..."

  "What's impossible about it?" Grace gave him a cold glance, snorting, "Eric, do you really know me? Am I the kind of person, Grace, who makes empty boasts and draws pie-in-the-sky promises?"

  Hearing this, Eric was taken aback, his mind seemingly jolted by Grace's words.

  Yes, Grace never promised anything beyond her means. If she couldn't or didn't want to do something, she always refused directly.

  Like asking her to wear stockings for him once.

  Grace turned to look at Clara. "Forget three days. Make it today."

  With that, she picked up her phone and called back the delivery driver from earlier. After the call connected, she said softly, "Please deliver them to the cafeteria entrance."

  Seeing Grace's actions, the surrounding crowd immediately became restless.

  "What does that mean? Are they already here?"

  "Maybe she just ordered bubble tea."

  "What did she mean by 'not three days, today'? That obviously means she already bought them!"

  "No way? Did Grace really buy them? Four astronomical telescopes?"

  Hearing these words, Clara couldn't help feeling somewhat panicked inside, but she tried to bolster her own courage, maintaining a calm facade, still looking at Grace with disdain. "Stop putting on an act."

  "Hah, if the sky falls, your mouth will be there to hold it up." Grace let out a cold laugh, turned around, took Scarlett's hand, and walked towards the cafeteria entrance.

  Seeing this, the surrounding classmates didn't bother eating anymore and all followed. Only people further away cast bewildered glances their way, clearly unaware of the interesting events unfolding here.

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  At the cafeteria entrance, a crowd gathered around Grace, following her gaze towards the school gate. Under the guidance of the security guard, a Swift Delivery van was slowly driving its way.

  Normally, delivery vehicles couldn't enter the campus; only in special circumstances were they allowed in. The moment they saw the delivery van approaching, everyone was already getting excited.

  Eric was completely dumbfounded. Was that the telescope delivery van?

  The van slowly stopped in front of the crowd. The staff member in the Swift uniform sitting in the passenger seat got out and asked, "Which one is Miss Grace?"

  "I am." Grace stepped forward calmly, smiling. "Sorry for the trouble. You can unload the items right here."

  The cafeteria entrance was the most crowded spot on campus at noon. Since this matter had been spread as a joke throughout the school, she would use this method to let everyone know the outcome.

  She, Grace, meant what she said. No empty promises!

  The back of the van was open. Two delivery drivers unloaded the items together. The four boxes didn't take up much space, but the brand "Harper" printed on them already told everyone what was inside.

  "Holy shit, it really is Harper!"

  "Four Harpers? Grace is really donating them?"

  "I was too presumptuous. I was like a fucking clown laughing at others."

  "Grace wins! That girl has to shout 'I'm an idiot' on the track!"

  Grace didn't show much joyful emotion. With an indifferent expression, she walked up to Clara, who was standing there stunned. "Do you want to open and assemble them to check if they're real? Or should I just show you the order screenshot?"

  Clara snapped back to reality, her face looking worse than if she had eaten something disgusting. In just a few seconds, it had turned from pale to red, then from red to ashen. "Grace, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

  "On purpose? On purpose for what?" Grace looked puzzled, countering. "Hasn't it always been you who was doing things on purpose? Purposely trying to provoke me, purposely trying to embarrass me, purposely trying to lead everyone into watching me become a joke."

  "I was just going along with you. Look at you, now that I'm really going along, you're unhappy."

  "Or is it only okay for me to be the joke, but not you? Then you're being a bit of a bitch, aren't you?"

  Grace's voice was very, very soft, as if all of this was utterly insignificant to her. But it was precisely her indifferent attitude that trampled even more harshly on Clara's self-esteem.

  The only feeling Clara had at this moment was that Grace simply didn't take her seriously at all.

  And that was indeed the truth. Grace had her own pace. She knew very well that apart from having money, she currently had no other backing. So, she maintained a non-provocative, hands-off attitude towards Eric, the Dylan Group, and Clara.

  She needed time, needed to build up her own strength, needed to wait until she was powerful enough one day before settling these "old scores" with these people.

  But it was just that some people didn't know better, insisting on making a scene in front of her. So she could only administer a small punishment, to teach them a lesson and make them suffer a bit.

  "You made the bet, you accept the consequences. Everyone is watching," Grace said, then slightly tilted her head, questioning with a furrowed brow. "But I think you look like the type who's 'a dead pig unfazed by boiling water'. You really seem like someone who would go back on their word."

  The provocation hit right where Clara was vulnerable.

  Her eyes widened in anger. "Don't talk nonsense! Do you really think I wouldn't dare take the punishment?"

  Grace smiled. "You'd better dare. If you welch, from now on, don't call yourself Clara anymore. Change it to Clara Bitch. After all, only a bitch would do something like stubbornly refusing to admit defeat."

  The comment made the surrounding classmates unable to hold back their laughter.

  "Pfft, Grace really knows how to insult people!"

  "Can I laugh? I fucking can't hold it in!"

  "Clara Bitch, huh? Bitch, hahahaha."

  Stimulated by the surrounding laughter, Clara turned red with embarrassment. Immediately, her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Eric, complaining pitifully, "Eric, is this the girl you like? Look for yourself how venomous she is!"

  "The bet was made willingly by both sides. Now that you've lost, you're saying Grace is venomous? If Grace had lost, would you have let her off?" Scarlett said angrily.

  Eric had just snapped out of his shock over the four telescopes and was in no mood to listen to Clara's words.

  He looked at Grace with disbelief, his mouth moving for a good while before he finally managed to ask in astonishment, "Did you... Buy these yourself?"