"Nathalie!"
"Nathalie, happy birthday."
"Heehee, Nathalie, may you have this day every year and this morning every season! May you be happy every day and get into a first-tier university!"
No sooner had she walked over than Jhovany Sullivan and the others surrounded her, each eagerly offering their blessings.
Just after Jhovany Sullivan wished her success in getting into a first-tier university, a tall and handso man behind her grabbed her little shoulder bag and pulled her away. Justin Wafford glanced at her disdainfully and said, "Could you please not curse Nathalie?"
Jhovany Sullivan, true to her na, was on the adorable side, not very tall, and when combined with Justin Wafford’s height—the tallest among Class A boys—the discrepancy made the action of carrying her bag seem like he was carrying a little chick, which infuriated her to the point her face turned red and she flailed, wanting to bite him to death.
"Justin Wafford, how did I curse Nathalie? Are you trying to stir up trouble?"
Idiot!
Using two fingers, Justin Wafford pinched her cheek, enjoying the feel before retracting his hand and letting her go with an air of superiority, "Did you forget? A professor from the dical Departnt at Tsinghua ca to our school personally just to scout Nathalie for their program."
"By wishing her to get into a first-tier university, aren’t you insulting her?"
"Oh, right."
Only then did Jhovany Sullivan recall, quickly forgetting how that man had just been all hands, touching her head naively and saying to Nathalie Quinlan with embarrassnt, "I didn’t an that, so I wish for Nathalie to get into Tsinghua or Peking University and absolutely crush that white lotus!"
Having a guaranteed spot at National Artists University is no big deal, winning awards so what, their Nathalie can save lives, and she’s the top student sought after by Tsinghua!
"Pfft."
Everyone in Class A knew exactly whom she was referring to, and Freddy Cagwin, Clerent Miller, and others nodded in agreent.
After everyone had had their laugh, Freddy Cagwin, acting as the representative, delivered a gift on behalf of everyone to Nathalie Quinlan.
"Nathalie, an eighteenth birthday gift."
Nathalie Quinlan looked at the gift bag he extended to her, a pink bag ticulously tied with a matching color butterfly knot, adorably criminal.
She reached out to take it, not directly opening it to see the contents, appearing rather indifferent, but only she knew that her heart felt warm inside.
"Thanks."
Freddy Cagwin, observing the girl’s bold eyebrows and eyes, blushed, instinctively avoiding her line of sight, and spoke in a lower voice, softly saying,
"At first, everyone thought about giving individual gifts, but we were worried you’d have a hard ti carrying them all, so after negotiating, we all chipped in to buy you a gift."
He knew Nathalie Quinlan was formidable.
She had more money than one could count.
What couldn’t she afford?
But...
"The gift isn’t expensive, just a little token from all of us, and we hope you’ll like it," Freddy Cagwin said, his gaze lingering on her, shedding his previous insecurity and defiance. Though not as privileged as Justin Wafford, he actually had good looks. Purely from the standpoint of facial features, one could glimpse the potential for a sharply defined handso guy in the future.
It was a pity Nathalie Quinlan had seen too many handso guys.
Mixing every day with people like Audrick Zachmann and Amadeus Yancey, her standards for beauty had escalated to extre levels.
Even soone like Alfred Garland, considered a top-tier handso guy in Beijing, seed to her like just another naless bystander.
Not to ntion Justin Wafford and the rest of the group, who were still shedding their greenness.
Without opening it to see what was inside, Nathalie Quinlan already responded to them, "I quite like it."
She even smiled.
The shirt she wore today was designed with great style, showing a glimpse of her pure white collarbone in contrast to her usual tightly wrapped hoodies. It wasn’t too revealing, but that one smile was strikingly beautiful.
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