"Ah, it wasn’t a monthly test," he said with crossed legs, phone resting on the vanity, speaking rather irritably, "She went to take the independent entrance exam for Tsinghua University. A friend who went with her told she was not in good condition before the test, so she probably didn’t do well. I’ve been thinking about how to comfort her when she gets back."
When the agent heard the words ’Tsinghua University,’ he couldn’t help but express his surprise, "She’s taking the Tsinghua exam? But she usually has good grades, right?"
Audrick Zachmann: "..."
Nathalie Quinlan’s grades being good or not wasn’t sothing Audrick could straightforwardly comnt on. So people apply to Tsinghua because of their good grades, but as for Nathalie, he believed it was her confidence!
Seeing that he didn’t respond, the agent touched his nose and asked awkwardly, "So how many points did she score?"
Audrick Zachmann: "She hasn’t replied to yet. Probably scored too low, doesn’t want to tell ."
The agent thought for a mont, looked up at him and said, "If she scored alright, you should encourage her, tell her to keep it up next ti. If she really did badly, I advise you to talk to her more, consider applying to a different school when it’s ti for the college entrance exam; there’s no need to fixate on one university."
"If only she would listen to ," Audrick said, visibly distressed, holding his phone and looking distracted, waiting for a ssage.
Just then, Nathalie Quinlan’s ssage ca through.
Audrick checked the ssage, initially glancing over it nonchalantly, but after a look, his expression changed dramatically. Completely forgetting that the stylist was still doing his hair, he jumped to his feet, phone in hand, and blurted out a curse in front of everyone, "Fuck!!!"
He must have seen it wrong, right?
650?
"What’s wrong, did your sister reply? How many points did she get?" The agent, seeing his extre reaction, grabbed his phone while asking, "It can’t be zero points, can it?"
The phone displayed a screenshot sent by Nathalie Quinlan.
Chinese: 100
Math: 100
English: 100
Science and Humanities Comprehensive: 350
Total Score: 650
Student Na: Nathalie Quinlan
Ranking: 1
Full marks???
The agent, staring at the score report, couldn’t find his voice for a good while, "Audrick, if your sister calls this a bad score, then nobody can say they did well!"
He recalled his own daughter, who’d co ho grinning with an 80 from elentary school exams if she was lucky. This score requires consolation, then he needed even more consolation, damn it!
The agent was close to bursting into tears.
Painful!
Truly fucking painful!
Without comparison, one might not feel the pain, but at this mont, life was so damn hard!!!!
"With this score, last year’s McKinney top scholar wasn’t as impressive as her. Provincial top scholar, no, if this were the college entrance exam, your sister could easily be the national top scholar..."
And here he was, just a mont ago adamantly advising to apply to another school!
His face hurt, really hurt!
The agent couldn’t voice the turmoil in his heart, silently looking over the na on the screenshot again.
Nathalie Quinlan.
He thought to himself, quietly, this year’s McKinney valedictorian has a na!
*
After replying to Audrick’s ssage, Nathalie Quinlan didn’t check her phone again; she tossed it aside, turned off the light, and drifted off to sleep out of exhaustion.
The next day, she was scheduled for an interview at Tsinghua University.
Amadeus Yancey got up early to take her to school. It seed he had sothing to tell her, so after a few words, he hurried off with Alfred Garland.
Nathalie, for her part, didn’t mind; she was used to doing things on her own and didn’t need soone to accompany her to the exam.
Last night, Audrick asked her about her results; she had checked casually, and aside from the Chinese score which was a surprise, the scores in other subjects were as she expected.
First.
If there were no major mistakes during the interview, she could pretty much choose any major she wanted.
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