CHAPTER 28 — THE BEAUTY THAT BROKE THE SCHOOL
The next morning began with the same routine—sunlight streaming through the vast glass windows of the Azevedo mansion, a gentle breeze carrying the smell of fresh pão de queijo from the kitchen, and soft footsteps of maids preparing breakfast.
But something had changed.
The world had seen him at school yesterday.
And the world wasn't quiet anymore.
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THE MORNING CHAOS — NEWS BREAKS OUT
At 7:12 AM, as Árman sat at the dining table eating fresh fruit, Helena rushed in holding her tablet.
"Meu Deus… look at this!"
She placed it on the table.
It was a news headline:
> "THE ANGEL CHILD OF SÃO PAULO — RARE BEAUTY SPOTTED AT PRESTIGIOUS SCHOOL"
Under the headline was his picture:
Golden eyes.
White silk hair.
Soft smile.
A candid shot taken by another parent yesterday.
Leo choked on his coffee.
"Is that… from yesterday?!"
Isabella rubbed her forehead.
"He went to school ONE day. ONE, Leo."
The comments were insane:
"He looks like he belongs on the cover of Vogue."
"Is that kid even real?"
"Sign him for a movie immediately."
"I would faint if I saw him."
"Brazil blessed us."
And millions of likes.
Árman blinked softly.
"…I didn't do anything."
His mother sighed dramatically.
"That is EXACTLY the problem."
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THE SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL — COMPLETE MELTDOWN
The Azevedo car arrived at school.
The security guards literally flinched.
One whispered,
"Oh no… he's back."
His cousins got out first.
Emilia: "Stay behind us."
Lorenzo: "I'll block if they charge."
Thiago: "I brought two sketchbooks today."
Then Árman stepped out.
The world froze again.
Kids nudged each other.
"Look! Look! It's him!"
"The angel boy!"
"He's prettier than my mom."
"Shhh! Don't say that out loud!"
Teachers tried their best to stay professional.
Failed immediately.
Miss Elena actually dropped her attendance sheet.
He bowed politely.
"Good morning."
Half the female staff nearly fainted.
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TEACHERS TRY TO TEACH — IMPOSSIBLE
Miss Elena attempted a math lesson.
"Okay class… two plus two is…"
She turned.
And saw him listening quietly.
Golden eyes focused.
Expression calm.
Absorbing everything instantly.
She froze.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Lorenzo whispered,
"Miss, you good?"
She snapped out of it.
"A-Ah! Yes! Yes! Sorry—sorry!"
Next, Miss Carla came to teach Portuguese.
She lasted twelve minutes before suddenly saying:
"I'm sorry, I need water."
And leaving the classroom.
Thiago whispered to Árman,
"You're breaking the teachers."
Árman whispered back,
"…I didn't mean to."
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LUNCHTIME — A KING AMONG CHILDREN
As soon as he sat down in the cafeteria:
Every single child turned.
Younger kids peeked from behind chairs.
Older kids pretended not to stare—but stared anyway.
The table beside him slowly filled… and filled… and filled again with children wanting to sit near him.
He ate politely, elegantly.
A girl in second grade blushed so hard she looked like she was melting.
"U-umm… can I… sit next to you?"
Árman softly nodded.
She almost fainted.
His cousins exchanged looks.
Lorenzo: "He's not human."
Emilia: "We need to protect him. This is too much."
Thiago: "Can I draw your hair later?"
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END OF SCHOOL — CHAOS FOR ROUND THREE
When school ended, parents waited outside.
One woman actually gasped out loud:
"There he is! Meu anjo!"
(My angel!)
Another woman cried softly.
A teenage girl from another section shouted:
"I LOVE YOU LITTLE PRINCEEEE!!!"
Her mother covered her mouth.
"Shhh! Don't scare the beautiful boy!"
His father arrived to pick them up—and froze when he saw the crowd.
Leo whispered:
"…Is this what fame looks like?"
Isabella sighed dramatically.
"No, Leo. This is what happens when your son looks like a literal angel."
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THE CAR RIDE HOME — FAMILY INTERVENTION
Inside the car, all three cousins leaned in.
Lorenzo: "Bro. You need bodyguards."
Emilia: "You broke three teachers today."
Thiago: "And thirty kids."
Árman tilted his head.
"…Should I apologize?"
"No!!" the cousins screamed together.
Emilia crossed her arms.
"You can't apologize for EXISTING."
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BACK HOME — THE MODELING WORLD EXPLODES AGAIN
When they reached the mansion, Leo's phone vibrated nonstop.
Emails. Calls. Messages.
He checked the latest email.
His jaw dropped.
"Isabella…"
She walked over.
"…What now?"
"Prada Kids.
They want him.
They want him for their global campaign."
Isabella nearly fainted.
"And there's more," Leo whispered.
"Calvin Klein Kids…"
"Dolce & Gabbana…"
"Hugo Boss…"
"Louis Vuitton…"
"Chanel Kids…"
ALL requesting shoots.
Isabella grabbed her head.
"This child… he isn't a model… he's a natural disaster…"
Árman listened calmly before saying:
"I'll choose the ones I like.
Not all.
Just the ones that match my… aesthetic."
They stared at him.
Leo: "He has an aesthetic."
Isabella: "Of course he does."
Helena: "He's six."
Augusto: "He's not normal."
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THE SYSTEM INTERACTION — NIGHTTIME
Later, in his bedroom, he sat on his bed, the system's golden interface glowing before him.
"System," he whispered.
"My modeling progress… analyze it."
A soft chime.
> [ANALYZING CURRENT PATH…]
[RESULT: MASTER IS ALREADY OUTPERFORMING 99.999% OF THE EARTH'S MODELING INDUSTRY.]
[SIMULATION: MASTER WILL BE WORLDWIDE PHENOMENON BY AGE 8.]
Árman hummed, expression mild.
"That seems… acceptable."
He wasn't trying to become famous.
He simply existed—
and the world reacted.
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That night, a global entertainment news channel aired:
> "THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHILD ON EARTH?
Brazil's Angel Boy Takes Over the Internet."
Millions watched.
Millions shared.
Millions argued in the comments.
Some claimed he was a future movie star.
Others swore he had divine blood.
Many simply admitted:
"He's too beautiful. It hurts."
And all this…
Was only the beginning.