Phoebe Hoffman’s face turned a ghastly pale, but with so many from The Ninth Institute watching her, and since the words were her own, no one had forced her to say them.
She took a deep breath, and even if she was annoyed that Wallace Radcliff didn’t give her face, she could only brace herself and coldly said, "I know, I’ll apologize, you don’t need to remind !"
The others were more focused on the programming skills displayed on the USB flash drive.
"Is... is this the completed autonomous operating system?"
"Did Ms. Quinlan really finish the source code repair in one day?"
"Damn, this is too aweso!"
Soone accidentally voiced their thoughts: "Mr. Hoffman’s team spent three months and couldn’t solve this problem, and she solved it in just one day, doesn’t that an..."
"You talk too much," the person beside him responded quickly, pulling him back, signaling him to stop talking.
But Phoebe Hoffman heard it loud and clear.
He ant to say ’doesn’t that an Nathalie Quinlan is better than her’.
Phoebe Hoffman was so angry that her blood seed to run backward, and her face felt painfully hot.
One person was even more upset and felt a greater pain on his face—Jayvis Denio!
He was also a mber of the IT team.
Originally, Brian Bonette had nad him to accompany Nathalie Quinlan around The Ninth Institute for a few days and act as her tour guide, but thinking that she looked so young and delicate, he declined without a second thought.
When Mario Cagwin stepped up to take his place, he felt incredibly fortunate, relieved that he didn’t have to be dragged along to ’babysit the young master,’ only to find out that Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t so clueless high school student but a hidden big shot.
"Honestly, Mario Cagwin is one lucky son of a bitch!"
And of course, soone brought up Mario Cagwin just then, their voice filled with envy: "If I had known when Mr. Bonette first asked, I should have raised my hand. Just following Ms. Quinlan around for a few days, if nothing else, learning a little bit would be imnsely beneficial."
"Ha, I was just ntioning this to you guys. I said you’d regret it later, but you all had to be stubborn, thinking you wouldn’t regret it," Wallace Radcliff said, enjoying the show.
A few people from The Ninth Institute were indeed filled with regret now!
Soone muttered quietly: "How was I supposed to know Ms. Quinlan was so capable at that ti? I thought she was just a high school student, so young, I assud..."
"You assud she was incompetent?" Wallace Radcliff looked at him: "Since when does incompetence equate to youth?"
None of the people from The Ninth Institute spoke.
Who knew, ah, they regretted too! They really regretted!
Wallace Radcliff himself had been the sa as them at first, but now, like hindsight vision, he leisurely added: "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. Know about the Joint Entrance Exam for Tsinghua University?"
Everyone at The Ninth Institute was top talent, just like Phoebe Hoffman, coming in from prestigious schools, with few of them having a wild-card background.
"We know." Soone answered his question: "Mr. Radcliff, what about the Joint Entrance Exam?"
Why would he suddenly bring up the Joint Entrance Exam?
Only Phoebe Hoffman knew why he was bringing it up, her gaze growing even darker.
As expected.
Wallace Radcliff smiled wryly, holding his head high, "Ms. Quinlan is this year’s top scorer in the Joint Entrance Exam for Tsinghua University."
"Do you know by how many points?"
As soon as the ntion of the top scorer ca up, the people from The Ninth Institute were ready to take regret pills, they didn’t even want to speak anymore, just weakly shook their heads, waiting for the storm to intensify.
Wallace Radcliff was ruthless, hitting them with a tornado!
"Perfect score, 650 points!"
"..."
Jayvis Denio’s heart was even more blocked!
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