Hearing the greeting, Fran and Mary looked to the side at the same time.

"Miss Beauwon?" Both of them shouted out unexpectedly at the same time.

After seeing who it was, Mary and Fran looked at each other covertly, and each saw a hint of worry in each other's eyes.

Rollland-de-Beauvan, her father, Baron de Beauvan, was one of the richest bankers in all of France, and in 1830 he gave millions of francs to the Orleans in exchange for numerous benefits to the government, of which the title of nobility and the seat of the French House of Lords were only a major part.

The young lady was almost identical to her father, except for her appearance—not a mockery, but an appreciation.

Due to her mother's factors, she has a very delicate and beautiful face, and she looks like a delicate doll in a long black silk dress embroidered with gold thread. Her lake-blue eyes were wordless haughty, and her brown hair was held high in a bun as fashionable, and she was as domineering as the embodiment of the franc—no sarcasm to perhaps the richest heiress in all of France.

She was ambitious, determined to find her father's place in the classroom, and longed to be admired and obeyed by every classmate—just as her father had been in the House of Lords and the Bourse.

So far, it's done well, or rather, it's half the battle. She has become the leader of the banking party and a benchmark for interior fashion. However, because of this, she can no longer be respected by the other half.

The other half of the men laughed at her arrogance and excessive ostentation every day in a volume just loud enough to be heard—just as she and her comrades mocked the stiff expressions and pretentious mannerisms of the men every day in a volume that they could hear. Naturally, she and the aristocratic party of Matilda and others are mortal enemies.

In fact, the old painter also understood that his students had been fighting each other in a tense-for-tat, but on the surface they had always pretended not to know, and did not restrain the struggle between the two parties at all—God, how could he solve a problem that even the great king Bixia and his prime minister could not solve?

He has only one requirement for his students: to draw well and be worthy of his teachings, and that's it.

And what child who can enter his eyes and become his student lacks spirituality and wisdom? In addition to satisfying the teacher's demands, they each have a lot of extra energy to spend on this endless fight and attack on each other, and they never get tired of it. In this studio, the "class politics" of a group of young girls is no simpler than that of the French House of Representatives, and the struggle of the fathers is preserved to the shijie of the girls.

Many of the lifelong friends and enemies of French upper-class women were established during this period.

Of course, there are also students who, for various reasons, do not participate in this subtle and fierce struggle - such as Fran and Mary, who are considered neutrals.

However, due to the suppression and co-optation of the two factions recently, the original neutral faction has chosen their own camp, and there are fewer and fewer impartial bystanders like them - it is also easy to understand that before the decisive battle, the two shili will generally expand the shili to the maximum, divide the territory, and identify the enemy.

And today Luo Lan herself personally ran over to say hello, and no matter how they looked at it, they felt a little ominous.

But no matter what, etiquette is always about it.

"Xiexie, you care, Miss Beauwon." Fran replied with a smile. "Recently, my painting skills have regressed, and the teacher is a little worried, so he called me over and talked about it, and it didn't take too much weight, so you don't have to worry too much......

"Oh, that's good." Although she said so, Luo Lan's face did not show any relief. "I was worried about you just now......"

Fran only felt a few lines of sight projecting onto her from all over the place, and the feeling of being watched made her feel a little on pins and needles. Still, she struggled to keep smiling.

"Thank you so much......"

Looking at Fran, who was obviously a little nervous, Lorlan couldn't help but smile, and this smile finally made the puppet reveal some girlishness. "You seem to be feeling a little unwell?"

"Well, I'm a little uncomfortable......" Fran admitted, hoping that would end the conversation sooner rather than later.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

Although it was an inquiry, there was an unmistakable conviction in her tone.

Fran hesitated for a moment.

"Absolutely."

"Fran......" Mary gently took Raffron's hand.

Fran smiled back, signaling her not to worry. Mary had no choice but to walk away worried.

Lola waited until she saw that Mary had walked away before she spoke again.

"I've always wondered what Miss Dilliion talked to you about last time?"

Sure enough, that's what I asked! Fran's heart tightened.

"Nothing, just that she asked me something personal......"

Looking at Fran, whose face was a little red, Lola couldn't help but smile again. This is the emotion that the students here often have for this excellent student, who is both beautiful and talented—jealousy, and half-hidden admiration.

"Do you know anything about the fact that Mademoiselle Delier has been grounded by her father and that the so-called 'sick leave' is just a pretext? As far as I know, she was grounded not long after finding you to talk......"

"I don't know much about that......" Fran replied dryly.

Because it's too clear, I can only pretend that it's not clear.

"Is it really not clear?" Lola asked. "Let me say again, then, that Mademoiselle Léoland, who had been sent to the convent, had returned shortly after she had spoken with you...... And then she was grounded again, could there be some cause and effect in this? Could it be that you begged her to help save Mary, and she did just that—by some means, and then she was grounded in the house for this? ”

Fran's eyes widened slightly, a little shocked at the other party's extrapolation that was extremely close to the truth.

Maybe arrogant, maybe arrogant, maybe domineering, but she's not stupid. How could someone who could play against Matilda for so long and never fall behind? Her pride and conceit are not embodied in "not recognizing the good in others" - that is true stupidity; Her pride and conceit were reflected in the fact that she thought that the best could be used by her, as her father had taught by example.

"You're thinking too much......" Fran shook her head slightly.

"Did I think too much?" Lola looked closely at Fran's face.

"Anyway, I don't know what the connection between these two things is." Fran denied it again without changing his face.

"Is that so?" Lola nodded slightly. "Well, that's fine. Anyway, for me, Matilda's grounding is a great thing in itself, and I don't need to get to the bottom of it......"

"Yes, you've been here lately." Fran complimented casually.

"Unstoppable? Well, there's really no one to stop me lately......" Lola couldn't help but smile again, "However, I can't defeat my opponent by myself, and I can't see Matilda personally bow to me with sincerity, this kind of 'victory' always feels a lot more discolored......" Then she looked at Fran again, "Not to mention, there is no heartfelt congratulations from you......"

"Does it matter?" Fran felt a little strange.

"Of course it's important. You're so good, and everybody here is jealous and fond of you, maybe even more, because you never think of yourself as superior to others for your beauty and talent - maybe you did, but at least you never showed it. Even your teachers value you the most and often look to you as a role model. If even you can befriend me from the bottom of your heart, then who would doubt my victory over Matilda? I'm sure Matilda thought so too, so she came to you first. ”

"I never knew I was so important...... "Fran was a little shocked by Lola's words.

"You are indeed the most admired student of Mr. Durenburg......"

"You're the prettiest of us, and that's enough for some people to hate for fifty years......"

She suddenly remembered what Matilda had said when she was looking for her.

"Absolutely. And, no matter how you look at it......" Lola continued to persuade. "You should all support me, don't forget, we all know that your grandfather is incompatible with those people's parents and grandparents because of his position. Because of this, those people almost never talk to you, and we, we never judge a person by birth, what's the big deal about supporting Bonaparte? As long as you recognize the franc. I remember what my father and even my ancestors were. Because of this, I know even more that we are strong - my father was able to go from nothing to the point where he is now, weishenme I can't? ”

Fran listened quietly to Lola's persuasion, her eyes flickering a little.

"Matilda will definitely come back, I'm sure so. But she's not going to be as kind to you as I am, is she? I can only say bluntly about my appreciation and praise for you. ”

No, she would.

Fran retorted again in her mind.

"Maybe I can't accept it for a while when I tell you so much today. But you can think about it. If you think you have a point, come to me, and I won't let you regret it...... Believe me, though I don't have the purest blood, but at least the purest gold francs, fashions, feasts, balls, and even your paintings, what are these worth? As far as I can see, your talent deserves all the accolades...... Well, I'll go back first. ”

With that, Lola turned around and prepared to leave.

"You ...... Why do you want to fight for each other in such a small studio? ”

"Huh?" Lola turned her head.

"You are all so smart and talented, but you are fighting so hard just for the eyes of more than twenty girls, why do you bother?" Fran looked at Lola, "Pointless, right?" ”

Lola was stunned for a moment, then smiled again.

"It's an exercise...... It's also a pleasure. ”

Then she turned to leave.

"As long as we're united, there's nothing in France that we can't do, is there? Weishenme must dwell on such a pointless fight? Fran whispered to herself in a voice she couldn't hear.

She also said this in a letter to Matilda.