Velnisa Irvin was obsessed with competing against Nathalie Quinlan, her mind already soared to integrating into upper society: "I’m not going, my friend is inviting for dinner."
"But Professor Sullivan’s class is really tough, and you’re actually not going. Didn’t you used to go to the classroom early to save a seat whenever his class was on?"
Velnisa Irvin dismissed this, no longer carrying the scholarly pride she had at the start of the school year: "It’s just a class, it’s okay if I don’t go."
The other party, seeing she indeed had no intention of going to class, said helplessly: "...Alright then. Rember to have your classmate excuse your absence, otherwise, you might lose credit for attendance at the final exam."
"I know."
Velnisa Irvin watched her leave.
Only then did she slowly scroll through her contacts on her phone; she realized she didn’t have many close friends.
After hesitating several tis, she found Tiffany Olsen on WhatsApp and sent her a ssage, lying about having her period and not feeling well, asking Tiffany to help excuse her absence with old Sullivan.
After sending the ssage.
Velnisa Irvin went back, returned to the school gate, organized her skirt hem, and stood by the roadside waiting expectantly for Mateo Gordon to co by and pick her up in his car.
*
On the other side, Caryn Zachmann posted a location in the group for the upcoming gathering, then hesitated, and opened Govert Griffin’s WhatsApp.
After thinking for a mont, she sent Govert a ssage.
[Govert, I passed the first audit of Master Cadmus’s laboratory, everyone’s organizing a celebration for , do you want to co and join?]
She watched as the ssage was delivered.
Two minutes later, the other side replied.
Caryn Zachmann impatiently clicked open the chat dialog, took a look, and her face instantly turned ugly.
Govert Griffin’s reply was very polite, but, just a bit too polite, almost spelling out the distance between them.
[In the evening? Sorry Ms. Zachmann, I have plans tonight. You guys enjoy and have fun!]
Caryn Zachmann held her phone tightly, bit her lips, her pupils constantly flickering, before finally taking a deep breath and opening the big group chat.
In the group, Mateo Gordon and the others were all making a fuss, with Mateo saying he would bring his new girlfriend to join them.
She watched a series of teasing ssages below, everyone asking who Mateo’s new girlfriend was.
But Caryn Zachmann couldn’t be bothered to reply, and her interest suddenly waned, especially noticing that in the group, none of those who recently got close with Sadam Vinson, like Nadya Tucker’s group, had popped up. She felt increasingly uncomfortable.
Back then, Nadya Tucker and the others would all nose-led by her.
Ever since Sadam Vinson snapped at her twice in the group, this bunch imdiately sided with Nathalie Quinlan like spring’s wall grass.
The speed with which they switched allegiances—unfazed by the risk of pulling a muscle!
Caryn Zachmann, troubled, closed the WhatsApp group chat ssages, and sent a ssage to Hendrik Zachmann to tell him and Leonardy Zachmann the good news about passing Master Cadmus’s initial laboratory audit.
As soon as the ssage was sent successfully.
The next second, her phone’s portal site pushed her a new headline news - "First dostic university breakthrough into the world software competition finals, Tsinghua University freshman erges like a dark horse!"
Caryn Zachmann, upon seeing the news headline, felt her heart freeze, and her hand holding the phone visibly trembled as her fingers quickly flew to Twitter to log in.
Because of the previous incident, there were still many people sending her private ssages cursing her on Twitter.
Caryn Zachmann ignored the 99 ssages in her inbox and went straight to the hot search.
Nathalie Quinlan had already landed at the top on hot search.
#NathalieQuinlan, World Software Competition#
The two related words tightly knotted together, followed by [Boom]!
Caryn Zachmann hadn’t gotten to look, and in an instant, Hendrik Zachmann’s phone call ca in...
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