In the bathroom.
Ghania Quinlan turned on the tap, fiercely splashed her face several tis with cold water, and looked at the mirror at the pale girl whose fingertips still couldn’t stop trembling.
Her lower lip was almost bitten through.
The phone was still vibrating incessantly.
She paused for a second, turned off the tap, took her phone out, and glanced at it, just glanced, her mind a complete ss.
It was a phone call from Ivy Wilmar.
It must be to tell her to co back and explain.
But how could she explain?
Ghania Quinlan’s gaze was vacant, flustered to the point of cluelessness, having no idea how to explain this.
She had used Lighten Chaser’s things, that was a fact. Before using them, she had never thought the other party would mind, nor had she thought her teacher would take a photo of the music arrangent and post it online.
Now the secret was out.
Ghania Quinlan’s legs gave out, and she curled up, sitting on the icy floor.
The phone vibrated once more.
She thought it was still Ivy Wilmar calling to hurry her to return, stiffly moved her neck, her fingers cold as ice, touched the phone, and picked it up.
Zayn Fisher’s na flashed on the phone screen.
Ghania Quinlan’s almost dead eyes finally lit up, she frantically answered the call, put the phone to her ear, and tenderly called out, "Zayn."
The man’s icy voice ca through the receiver, "You told Nathalie Quinlan got a score of 50."
Ghania Quinlan, who hadn’t gotten around to checking the news online, froze at the words and said in disbelief, "Yes, she got a 50."
Possibly detecting sothing off in Zayn Fisher’s tone, she suppressed her anxiety, looked down, and said with hypocrisy, "Sis... I was also shocked by her score. I thought she would at least get above 600, but with her current score, it’s probably hard for her to be convincing for Tsinghua University..."
"After all, the joint exam is organized by the school, and people care more about the results of the college entrance exam than the joint exam. If she wants to go to Tsinghua, she has to at least score within the First-tier University threshold, right..."
In the past, Zayn Fisher would always tell her not to be too kind; Nathalie Quinlan was indifferent, and being too kind, she could easily be taken advantage of.
This ti, however, Ghania Quinlan only heard a long silence from the other end of the phone.
That suffocating silence was exactly like the one at the dinner table just earlier.
It was so uncomfortable it made her irritable!
She was already frustrated because of the Lighten Chaser incident, still unsure how to handle it to restore her dignity, and now with Zayn Fisher calling with this attitude, she was even more annoyed, holding the phone, she softly called out to the person on the other end, "Zayn..."
"... Are you sure Nathalie Quinlan got a score of 50 in her college entrance exam?"
The man’s voice was deep, emotionless.
Ghania Quinlan felt her heart skip a beat, a foreboding feeling rising.
"What do you an? Didn’t soone online expose her score and take screenshots? I’ve shown them to you, and I’ve also entered her admission ticket number to search myself – all 50s across the board, not a single subject without a 50."
Could a situation she had verified herself still turn around?
Ghania Quinlan, agitated, felt her blood rush to her head, showing impatience far from the pleasantries she just uttered, "If she didn’t get 50, how much did she score?"
It couldn’t possibly be over 600.
If Nathalie Quinlan had scored over 600, they would have seen her results by now.
Freddy Cagwin got 713 points, and when they checked Nathalie’s result it was 50.
If it turned out to be 50, then it was 50.
Zayn Fisher, suppressing his voice, straining to hold back his aggravated emotions, said softly: "750 points."
"..."
"Nathalie Quinlan got 750, not 50."
Ghania Quinlan’s mouth hung open, wanting to say it was impossible.
Nathalie Quinlan scored 750?
What a joke, how could soone get a perfect score on both the joint exam and the college entrance exam – was that even human?
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