"Official statents have refuted the rumors, and her background results have also been released. Plus, your chat records with her have been posted online. You should see it for yourself."
"I..."
Before she could utter more than a word, Zayn Fisher had already hung up the phone.
Ghania Quinlan stared at her disconnected phone, stunned for a long ti, unable to snap out of it. Biting her lip and with flickering eyes, she didn’t care about Zayn Fisher’s attitude and hurriedly went online to check.
As soon as Nathalie Quinlan’s college entrance examination results were released, Twitter exploded with hot searches. Ghania didn’t even need to search; as soon as she logged in, notifications pushed by her phone popped up:
[McKinney sees the ergence of a national top scholar for the first ti in thirty years, a perfect score on the College Entrance Examination revealed!]
Her blood ran cold as she stared deathly at the news on her phone. She clicked on it; it was an official video refuting the rumors.
"...the incident about student Nathalie Quinlan scoring zero in the college entrance exam that was heatedly discussed online, I must step forward to clarify. When the scoring of Nathalie’s paper was completed, our examiners thought there had been a mistake, so we temporarily pulled her paper for a recheck. After verifying the score was correct, we then entered her result, which is why Nathalie’s results were released two hours later than others."
The man in the video, wearing formal attire and appearing in his early to mid-fifties, looked refined and spoke with asured precision to the interviewing reporter.
"There has always been a procedure for reassessing college entrance exams, but this ti it was one of the few occasions we had to employ it. We hadn’t expected the situation to escalate to this extent, including so irrational individuals posting on Tsinghua University’s official website. We overlooked this matter, and for that, I formally apologize to Ms. Nathalie Quinlan."
"Nathalie, if our oversight has caused you any inconvenience, we are extrely sorry."
After saying this, he bowed deeply, his sincerity unmistakable.
Once finished, he looked up again, his expression stern and eyes serious as if he were looking through the lens directly at her, causing Ghania’s whole body to stiffen.
"However, this matter seems not rely a result of the delayed scores causing controversy. We will investigate this thoroughly and ask that people do not mislead others with incorrect information! Later, we will publish Nathalie Quinlan’s papers for each subject to be scrutinized by the public. The college entrance examination is a serious matter, and I hope everyone will approach it sensibly and not resort to any scheming or manipulation... That is all I have to say, thank you for the interview."
Ghania felt miserable listening to the first part, her fingers turning white as she clenched her phone. Hearing the latter part about a rigorous investigation being ntioned in front of the reporters only added to her distress, leaving her more anxious and panicked...
Things seed to have gone completely off the rails, far beyond her expectations.
But Nathalie scored as the national top scholar?
McKinney No. 1 Middle School produced a perfect scoring test?
Unable to digest the news, Ghania collapsed onto the floor, still unconvinced; she logged back onto Twitter.
As soon as she did, a flurry of ntions popped up.
There were also flashing ssages in her private inbox.
She clicked on one of them.
It was from a fan who frequently followed her.
[Ghania, did you see those tweets attacking you online? Co online quickly.]
[Lighten Chaser ntioned you; that piano arrangent released by the Piano Association, did you really write it? It can’t be, did the Piano Association make a mistake and put your na on it when it was actually soone else’s arrangent?]
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