Ann Liang

Alice se siente invisible... Hasta que un día empieza a serlo. ¡Un éxito repentino en #BookTok! Alice Sun es la única estudiante becada en su internado internacional de élite en Pekín. Esto siempre ha hecho que se sienta invisible para el resto (excepto para su rival académico, el popular Henry Li). Pero un día esa sensación se convierte en algo real y empieza a volverse invisible: invisible de verdad. Entre la espada y la pared, Alice decide usar este poder para poder pagar la matrícula del internado, destapando algunos escándalos de sus compañeros. Pero todo secreto tiene un precio, y los encargos pasan de ser pequeños cotilleos a verdaderos crímenes. En esta situación, Alice deberá decidir si su futuro vale su conciencia... o su vida. Reseñas: «Rivales académicos retratados a la perfección... Uno de mis favoritos de todos los tiempos». Chloe Gong, autora bestseller de Placeres violentos

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“You know,” I muse out loud, “if it weren’t for the fact that we hated each other’s guts, we’d probably make an impressive power duo.” I expect Henry to raise his eyebrows at me as usual or make a cutting remark, but his footsteps suddenly slow beside me. 

He says this as if it’s actually news to him.

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Baba blinks. “Awards ceremony? What ceremony?” 

My concern temporarily gives way to exasperation. “The awards ceremony for the highest achievers in each year level.” 

He continues to stare at me blankly. “Come on, Ba. I’ve mentioned it at least fifty times this summer.”

I’m only exaggerating a little. Sad as it sounds, those fleeting moments of glory under the bright auditorium spotlight are all I’ve been looking forward to the past couple of months.

 Even if I have to share them with Henry Li.

I’m about to make a comment on it, but then my eyes fall on the laminated photo taped to his desk, and the significance of Henry Li secretly jamming out to Tay Tay pales in comparison. 

“Well?” Henry leans forward. His dark eyes are alight, his chin angled up a few degrees, the sure, sharp lines of his body tense with something like anticipation. I realize he’s waiting for me to give my opinion—no, for me to compliment him, like some kid proudly holding up his artwork for a class show-and-tell. 

My lips twitch. “I didn’t know you had such a praise kink.” 

Surprise—maybe even embarrassment—flickers over his face. Then that calm, expressionless mask I’m so used to seeing immediately slides back into place, and I almost regret having spoken. “I do not have a—” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” But when I turn and open my mouth to tease him further, I pause.

“You’ll become the head of the number one tech start-up in all of China, and I’ll be a renowned, award-winning journalist or English professor. Together, we’ll—” 

“Be the nation’s greatest power couple?” he offers. 

“I was going to say conquer the world,” I admit. “But sure. I guess we can start small.” 

He laughs, and the sound is like bottled magic. Like birdsong.

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God, I hate him. I hate him and his flawless, porcelain skin and immaculate uniform and his composure

he’s been the bane of my existence for pretty much half a decade, and totally deserves it, and is still looking at me with that ridiculous smirk—

"How...strange,” he says after a long silence.

 I roll my eyes at this severe understatement, then remember that of course, he can’t see me. 

Great. Now I can’t even spite him properly.

Henry suddenly leans forward, his hands clasped over his lap, dark eyes thoughtful. “You know what?” 

“What?” I say, trying not to sound too hopeful. I’m expecting something profound, scientific, maybe a reference to some recent social phenomenon I haven’t read about yet, but what comes out of his mouth instead is— “This is an awful lot like The Lord of the Rings.” 

He straightens in his seat. “In a few years,” he begins, which sounds like a very long-winded way of answering a straightforward question, “I’ll be the CEO of the biggest tech start-up in all of China—”

 “Second biggest,” I correct automatically. “Don’t lie. The Wall Street Journal said so just a week ago.” 

He shoots me an odd look, and it occurs to me a second too late that I definitely should not know this much about his father’s company.

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