Preparing Japanese cuisine takes ti, so seeing the large group, the owner had the staff pour them tea first.
Ghania Quinlan picked up her cup and took a sip with understated elegance.
The flavor was diocre at best; she could tell it was cheap, low-quality tea the mont it touched her lips.
Having grown accustod to the expensive leaves often costing thousands for a re few grams at the Sullivan Family ho, her palate had beco discerning. She only took one sip before setting the cup down, not touching it again, looking down on the restaurant chosen by Class B, deeming it too low-class for her tastes.
However, she was always adept at concealing her thoughts, and even if she was dissatisfied with the place selected to celebrate her university admission, she didn’t let it show.
Then Olivia Barness saw her sitting there with slightly lowered lashes, sipping her tea and smiling softly in silence, and quickly seized the mont with a flattering tone, "Ghania, have you really secured your spot in the Music Departnt at Tsinghua University? I’m so envious. All the other schools have released their results online, only Tsinghua hasn’t yet. I wanted to brag to my parents about you getting into Tsinghua, but I couldn’t find any news."
As soon as she ntioned Ghania Quinlan’s admission to Tsinghua, all eyes from Class B were on her, filled with envy.
Which was understandable.
If a classmate got into the top university, it would make anyone drool with envy!
Just that so showed it and others didn’t.
Nathalie Quinlan could feel the gazes from all directions, including from the restaurant manager, looking over at her. With a modest smile, she said, "Yes, it’s confird. Professor Derliand told that the Music Departnt has accepted ; now just waiting to transfer my files after the exams."
"Wow!" Olivia couldn’t hide her envy as she propped her chin on her hands and eagerly asked, "Could it be the sa Professor Derliand from the finance departnt?"
Nathalie Quinlan found the question quite amusing, for were there two Professor Derliands at Tsinghua? But she still patiently and gently replied, "Yes, it’s the sa Professor Derliand. He is Zayn’s tutor. We’ve t once, and I had the honor of having a al with him, so we added each other on WhatsApp. He ssaged the news after the results were out."
Look at the subtlety yet not lacking in pride in her words.
As expected, the group from Class B looked at her with even more evident envy.
Sylvia Cadwell, like her a second-generation rich, but with not as good grades, heard this and felt both envious and jealous. She remarked with a sour tone, "Then in the future, you may soar with Senior Zayn Fisher, becoming a stunning sight at Tsinghua. Tsk, how envious."
The rest of Class B didn’t join in, but they felt just as sour inside.
Of course, why wouldn’t they? She was beautiful with good grades, and she had a handso and remarkable boyfriend. Look at themselves, still needing to grind for the exam three months away. The disparity between people...
The atmosphere might have grown a bit somber.
Ghania Quinlan tried to lighten the mood; she picked up her water cup to cover her smile, saying as if bashfully, "Please don’t tease ."
Ever since Jane Bailey was sentenced, Olivia had beco her chief fawner; she imdiately played up, "Even without Senior Zayn, Ghania herself would be a stunning sight at Tsinghua. I think once school starts, Tsinghua will have a new campus belle."
It goes without saying who the new campus belle would be.
Speaking of campus belles, soone from Class B recalled, "Oh right, I rember Nathalie Quinlan from Class A also went for the exams. But there hasn’t been any news from their side."
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