"Ms. Kingsley." Soone from the institute noticed Zevaney Kingsley and couldn’t help but speak to her: "That Qiao-what’s-her-na, is she just scribbling randomly? I see she’s about to finish Paper B, while your Kingsley family mbers have just turned the first page of Paper A... At this speed, she might actually submit her exam early."
When Zevaney Kingsley applied to the institute back in the day, completing the exam within the allocated ti had already astounded many people at the institute.
But this Nathalie Quinlan, without any formal training, causing such a stir—could she really be about to submit early?
Submitting early would be quite impressive.
The problem is if she ends up scoring only a few points or ten, that’ll be truly embarrassing!
The institute’s exam questions are notoriously difficult.
Over the years, it’s not that no one has scored just a few points or ten.
The Moore family might really be in trouble this ti.
Zevaney Kingsley’s eyes flickered briefly, but no emotion could be discerned from her face. She seed uninterested in Nathalie Quinlan’s actions and just smiled slightly: "I’m not sure about that."
Others thought she would comnt along with them, but when she ended up saying nothing, they felt a bit awkward and turned away.
Zevaney smiled again and continued nonchalantly: "However, at her speed, she might submit her paper early! No one has ever submitted early in the first round of exams at the institute, so this would be a historical mont..."
She spoke lightly, as if complinting Nathalie, but a closer listen would reveal a strong sarcastic undertone.
Several people in the surveillance room looked at the monitors, and no one spoke again.
Indeed!
No one had ever submitted early at the institute before.
If she not only submits early but also ends up with the lowest score, that would truly be ’making history’!
*
Two hours later.
Nathalie submitted her exam early.
As soon as she left the exam hall, she went out to find Amadeus and the others.
Sadam Vinson, who had just been betting with Alfred Garland on when Nathalie would co out, looked up to see her finished and exiting the hall.
He was a bit stunned, circling around Nathalie twice to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, before asking in disbelief: "Nathalie, you’re done?"
How does he rember the exam still had half an hour left?
Alfred Garland was also surprised, looking at Nathalie with a serious expression, hesitating before saying: "Ms. Quinlan, how did you co out so quickly? That exam paper..."
"Finished it." Nathalie lowered her eyes slightly, a calm expression on her face as if she knew what he was about to ask.
After speaking, she opened the car door, placed her bag inside, then unzipped it to find her phone.
She leaned against the car, playing with her phone in a relaxed manner.
Not just Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland, even the always composed and steady Brian Bonette couldn’t help but glance her way a few tis, then walked over to the man standing nearby, lowered his voice, and asked: "Ms. Quinlan... submitted early?"
Amadeus was opening a car door, taking out a bottle of water to hand to Nathalie.
Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, glanced at Brian Bonette, closed the car door lazily, and casually replied: "Yeah."
"..." Yeah?
It’s that simple?
Amadeus had nothing more to say?
Brian Bonette was slightly bewildered, then watched as Amadeus walked over to Nathalie, handing her the bottle of water with the cap already unscrewed, speaking to her softly and gently.
It felt like the two of them weren’t there to attend The First Research Institute’s recruitnt exam, but were instead accompanying Nathalie to Tsinghua University’s final exam, relaxed and carefree.
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