"I know she transferred schools, to Excellence High School," Justin Wafford said slowly, "I heard it from a relative who knows people from Wenny Taylor’s family. They said Wenny Taylor’s final exam scores ca out to only 520 points, and she’s planning to retake the exam next year."
Freddy Cagwin’s face showed a rare expression of surprise, "520?"
Back then, Wenny Taylor’s grades in Class A were only slightly worse than Nathalie Quinlan’s, ranking second in the class, even better than his; otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken part in the Tsinghua University Joint Entrance Exam.
No one expected Wenny Taylor to score only 520 on the college entrance exam.
Justin Wafford was obviously very well-inford, there wasn’t anything big or small happening at the school that he didn’t know about: "Apart from Wenny Taylor, that girl from the class next door, Kelly Giovanni, who’s close to Ghania Quinlan, she also flunked her exams. Previously a shoo-in for a second-tier university, now she can’t even get into a Junior College."
Justin Wafford smacked his lips and said with a sense of sentint, "Tell , isn’t Ghania Quinlan like a jinx? I’ve noticed that anyone who gets close to her ends up with bad luck. Look at the group led by Sylvia Cadwell in Class B—once they stopped hanging out with her, their grades improved dramatically. Originally they couldn’t even get into university, but this ti they’ve definitely crossed the threshold for undergraduate admission, tsk!"
Freddy Cagwin calmly poured himself a glass of water, his eyes downturned and his mature face bearing an unchanged expression, not in the least bit surprised, he spoke in a cool tone, "It’s not that she’s a jinx, she just can’t stand to see others doing well, always wanting to trip them up, as if dragging others down could sohow lift herself up. Soone like her only turns those around her spiteful, distracting them from their studies. It’s natural for their grades to slip and to do poorly on the college entrance exam. It’d be abnormal if they didn’t ss up! Didn’t you see on Twitter, she even hired a Water Army to sar Nathalie."
On this subject, Justin Wafford laughed as well, his facial features handso and expressive, without hiding his disdain, he said contemptuously, "Of course I saw it, how could I not? The matter blew up so big, there’s nobody who doesn’t know about her disgraceful deeds."
"And her in that apology video on Twitter, with that pitiful look—she deserves to be taken apart and hamred. She’s truly a ’must act cool or die’ kind of person!"
Justin Wafford was ruthless when he badmouthed Ghania Quinlan, and after his remarks, he did not forget to express his admiration, "Lighten Chaser roasted her beautifully!"
As they were talking, the door to the private room was pushed open.
A girl wearing a Duckbill Cap, a black Sweater, and straight-leg jeans stood outside the private room, seeming to have just arrived.
There was also a tall man beside her, long-legged, dressed all in black as well, standing next to Nathalie Quinlan resembling a couple in matching outfits.
The mont the two of them appeared, the private room suddenly fell silent.
Jhovany Sullivan’s mouth fell open as she saw the girl enter from outside the private room, almost blurting out "Nathalie, why didn’t you ntion you were bringing family to the gathering?"
Luckily, she managed to swallow her words back down, quietly stealing a glance at Nancy Sullivan and the school leader who had attended.
In her heart, she gave Nathalie Quinlan a big thumbs up.
Nathalie was badass, they had just graduated and both the horoom teacher and the headmaster were there, yet Nathalie dared to bring her boyfriend out so boldly. She thought about herself and Justin Wafford, they hadn’t even made things clear between them yet, she couldn’t help but envy the two people who had co in.
"Sorry for being late."
Amadeus Yancey was used to grand occasions, and a small event like a class dinner was nothing to him. He calmly pulled out an empty chair for Nathalie Quinlan with a slight smile, naturally explaining to Nancy Sullivan and Mr. Jones beside him, "Traffic on the way."
Since he ca in, Mr. Jones had been nervously standing up, not daring to sit down. Upon hearing this, he wouldn’t dare let him explain further, instead he waved his hands politely, "No worries, no worries, we haven’t been waiting long. Traffic is normal at this hour, Mr. Yancey, please don’t be too courteous."
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