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Transmigrated as the Villainess, my University Romance went Off Script

Chapter 83: distracted · Oct 15, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: behind closed doors 2026-10-15
52 Chapter 52: the weight of tomorrow 2026-10-15
53 Chapter 53: two ways forward I 2026-10-15
54 Chapter 54: two ways forward II 2026-10-15
55 Chapter 55: two kinds of excellence 2026-10-15
56 Chapter 56: the first step 2026-10-15
57 Chapter 57: the search 2026-10-15
58 Chapter 58: a familiar sight I 2026-10-15
59 Chapter 59: a familiar sight II 2026-10-15
60 Chapter 60: a little closer 2026-10-15
61 Chapter 61: a message away 2026-10-15
62 Chapter 62: later 2026-10-15
63 Chapter 63: waiting I 2026-10-15
64 Chapter 64: waiting II 2026-10-15
65 Chapter 65: reply 2026-10-15
66 Chapter 66: the first call 2026-10-15
67 Chapter 67: friday morning I 2026-10-15
68 Chapter 68: friday morning II 2026-10-15
69 Chapter 69: friday morning III 2026-10-15
70 Chapter 70: familiar paths 2026-10-15
71 Chapter 71: from ideas to action I 2026-10-15
72 Chapter 72: from ideas to action II 2026-10-15
73 Chapter 73: her team’s first meeting 2026-10-15
74 Chapter 74: the first plan 2026-10-15
75 Chapter 75: inside the ashford foundation 2026-10-15
76 Chapter 76: a balanced lunch 2026-10-15
77 Chapter 77: the afternoon plan 2026-10-15
78 Chapter 78: the way back 2026-10-15
79 Chapter 79: sunday again 2026-10-15
80 Chapter 80: preliminary exams week 2026-10-15
81 Chapter 81: Another Friday Morning 2026-10-15
82 Chapter 82: fiance privelege 2026-10-15
83 Chapter 83: distracted 2026-10-15
84 Chapter 84: you’re welcome 2026-10-15
85 Chapter 85: lunch 2.0 2026-10-15
86 Chapter 86: Gossip 2026-10-15
87 Chapter 87: perception 2026-10-15
88 Chapter 88: not appropriate 2026-10-15
89 Chapter 89: Last arrangements 2026-10-15
90 Chapter 90: Field visit I 2026-10-15
91 Chapter 91: field visit II 2026-10-15
92 Chapter 92: Field visit III 2026-10-15
93 Chapter 93: field visit IV 2026-10-15
94 Chapter 94: field visit V 2026-10-15
95 Chapter 95: East Junction 2026-10-15
96 Chapter 96: the introduction I 2026-10-15
97 Chapter 97: The Introduction II 2026-10-15
98 Chapter 98: The Introduction III 2026-10-15
99 Chapter 99: going back 2026-10-15
100 Chapter 100: the day before I 2026-10-15

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: distracted

”Later.”

Anthony inclined his head in parting before turning toward the neighboring polo grounds.

Vivienne remained where she was.

Her gaze lingered on his familiar broad back as it gradually disappeared beyond the row of hedges separating the two practice fields.

Only when he was completely out of sight did she realize...

She was smiling.

...

Later.

Such an ordinary word.

People said it every day.

Yet somehow...

When Anthony said it...

It sounded different.

Did he mean later this afternoon?

At the Foundation meeting?

Or simply...

Later.

She honestly had no idea.

Still...

A tiny smile found its way back onto her lips.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

The thought stayed with her as she adjusted the strap beneath her riding helmet and headed toward the equestrian grounds.

She was happy. Ridiculously so.

The familiar scent greeted her long before she reached the arena.

Fresh hay.

Oiled leather.

And...

Horse.

...

Vivienne’s nose twitched almost instinctively.

Still terrible.

She was beginning to suspect horses spent every waking hour inventing new ways to smell like...

Horse.

One would think four weeks of exposure might have helped.

It hadn’t.

Not even a little.

Some sacrifices, apparently...

Refused to become easier.

A stable hand passing by dipped his head politely.

”Good morning, Lady Beaumont.”

”Good morning.”

Maple was already waiting outside her stall, ears flicking lazily as another groom finished adjusting the saddle.

Vivienne walked over.

”Good morning.”

Maple answered with a soft snort.

”I’ll assume that means the same.”

The mare merely blinked at her.

”...Fair enough.”

Taking the reins, Vivienne led Maple toward the riding arena.

Today was their practical assessment.

Ordinarily...

That thought alone would’ve made her nervous.

Today...

Not so much.

Her heart still felt strangely light.

Almost as though Anthony’s single word had followed her all the way here.

Hopeless.

She really was hopeless.

The students gradually gathered inside the arena.

Mounted riders waited in a neat line while Coach Margaret reviewed the names on her clipboard.

Once everyone had assembled, she looked up.

”We’ll begin the practical assessments.”

The quiet conversations ceased immediately.

”You’ll each complete the required riding exercises individually.”

”I’ll be assessing your posture, balance, rein control, transitions, steering, and overall communication with your horse.”

Coach Margaret lowered her eyes to the clipboard.

”We’ll proceed alphabetically.”

The first student entered the arena.

Coach Margaret observed in silence.

Occasionally making a note.

Occasionally offering a brief correction.

The assessment concluded within a few minutes.

The student bowed before returning to the side.

The next name followed.

”Lady Beaumont.”

Vivienne gently squeezed the reins.

”Yes, Coach.”

Maple stepped forward obediently.

Coach Margaret gave a single nod.

”You may begin.”

”Yes, Coach.”

Vivienne drew a quiet breath.

All right.

Focus.

Maple moved into a steady walk.

The first marker approached.

A wide circle.

Steady hands.

Relaxed shoulders.

Good.

Coach Margaret’s earlier lessons echoed naturally inside her mind.

Look ahead.

Don’t look at the horse.

Trust your seat.

Not your nerves.

Walk to halt.

A clean stop.

Good.

Halt to walk.

Maple responded immediately.

See?

This isn’t so ba—

The morning breeze brushed lightly against her face.

Somewhere beyond the trees...

She could hear the distant sounds of the polo grounds.

Anthony was probably finishing practice by now.

...

Later.

The word floated effortlessly back into her thoughts.

Without realizing it...

The corners of her lips lifted once more.

Maple slowed ever so slightly.

Her next turn drifted wider than intended.

Not dangerous.

Not careless.

Simply...

Lacking precision.

Coach Margaret’s voice cut cleanly across the arena.

”Lady Beaumont.”

Vivienne blinked.

”...Yes, Coach?”

”You are distracted.”

It wasn’t a question.

Nor an accusation.

Merely an observation.

Heat climbed immediately into Vivienne’s cheeks.

”...My apologies.”

Coach Margaret watched her for another quiet moment before closing her clipboard.

”Equitation is an accredited course.”

”This assessment contributes to your final grade.”

The arena had gone completely silent.

Even the students waiting nearby instinctively lowered their eyes.

”I could evaluate today’s performance as it stands.”

Vivienne’s grip tightened slightly around the reins.

”...Yes, Coach.”

There was a brief pause.

Then—

”However...”

”I do not believe this reflects your actual ability.”

Relief hadn’t yet reached Vivienne before Coach Margaret continued.

”You will complete another assessment after the remaining students.”

”When I call your name the second time...”

”I expect your full concentration.”

Vivienne lowered her head.

”...Understood.”

”Good.”

Coach Margaret opened her clipboard once more.

”Return to the waiting area.”

”Yes, Coach.”

Vivienne gently guided Maple away.

She had barely reached the side of the arena before embarrassment caught up with her.

...

Wonderful.

Absolutely wonderful.

She had just been given a second assessment...

Not because she lacked ability.

But because she’d been too busy thinking about her fiancé during an examination.

She closed her eyes.

Just for a second.

Coach Margaret could have simply accepted that performance.

Recorded the grade.

Moved on.

Instead...

She had been given another opportunity.

A courtesy.

One she absolutely did not deserve.

...

How mortifying.

If Anthony somehow learned she’d nearly ruined her practical assessment because she’d been replaying a single word he’d said...

No.

Absolutely not.

That information would remain buried forever.

Vivienne inhaled slowly before letting the breath escape.

Focus.

Pass Equitation first.

Romance afterwards.

Preferably...

In that order.

One by one, the remaining students completed their assessments.

Coach Margaret observed each performance with the same unwavering attention before dismissing them for lunch.

Gradually, the arena emptied.

Voices faded into the distance.

The lunch bell rang somewhere across campus.

Soon...

Only one rider remained besides Vivienne.

She quietly watched as Coach Margaret finished making notes on the last assessment.

The rider bowed politely before leading his horse away.

Silence settled over the arena.

Coach Margaret closed her clipboard.

Then looked up.

”Lady Beaumont.”

Vivienne straightened almost immediately.

”Yes, Coach.”

Coach Margaret met her eyes.

”This time...”

”Show me your riding.”

Vivienne nodded once.

”...Yes, Coach.”

She gently patted Maple’s neck.

”All right.”

”Let’s do this properly.”

Maple flicked an ear.

Vivienne smiled to herself.

”...And no.”

”I’m still not hugging you.”

The mare answered with an unimpressed snort.

”...I thought so.”

She gathered the reins.

Then guided Maple toward the starting line once more.

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