From Scorn to Throne: William Anderson's Journey

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That afternoon, the atmosphere on campus changed. A bright red Ferrari was parked gracefully in a parking lot that was usually filled with bicycles and motorcycles. No one knew where the car had come from, and who owned it.

The students on campus, who were usually busy with their books and laptops, were now shocked and mesmerized. They stood around the car, wondering and whispering to each other. Their eyes were rounded, and their mouths were wide open. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Belinda happened to be passing by. She saw the crowd and curiously approached to see what was going on.

The girl also noticed the parked cars. Her eyes examined every detail. She folded her arms across her chest, showing a skeptical expression.

"Wow, what rich idiot would park a Ferrari in a place like this?" Belinda said.

"Ha-ha, I think he's an anti-mainstream person," Angela said in support of her friend.

Belinda was still watching the car, her mind full of questions. For Belinda, this wa