Evelyn Quarles saw Caryn Zachmann’s face color looking terrible, but didn’t forget to arrogantly add another sentence.
"Tsk, tsk, the last place is also a first place, isn’t it?"
Hurling these words, she directly went up on stage.
Caryn Zachmann glanced at the ti on her watch. Five minutes left, she kept a stern face, suppressed the annoyance in her eyes, and followed onto the stage.
*
Three minutes to nine twenty-seven, and in three minutes this year’s dical competition would begin.
At the front comntary desk, Giordano Yancey, Shawn Norton, Mr. Avalon, and the oversea’s representative Master Carlo sat in a row, with the rest like Adelle Wafford, Winston Sullivan, etc., taking seats on both sides.
As the participating students went up on stage and found their respective positions, they were preparing for the assessnt.
Winston Sullivan’s gaze was anxiously searching the stage, but he just couldn’t see the figure he wanted to see. He suppressed the urgency in his eyebrows and quietly said to Mr. Avalon, "Mr. Avalon, I see that nearly all the students are in place, how co Nathalie Quinlan hasn’t arrived yet, could it be that..."
He feared that she couldn’t bear the pressure and had run away.
Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, he saw Nathalie slowly walking towards an empty spot. The black long-sleeved T-shirt worn on her body indistinctly exuded a brisk coolness. She pressed down the brim of the cap, covering that overly delicate face, which looked rather ordinary, yet caught people’s attention.
Nathalie Quinlan had gone up on stage!
Winston Sullivan’s heart settled back down, and he returned to his seat.
...
The rules of the dical competition were simple, divided into three parts. The first part was individual scoring, which involved administering a set of questions. Students would answer the questions on computers provided at the venue, and the computers would give or deduct points directly based on the correct answers preset in the background. These scores were updated in real-ti on a huge LED screen above the venue.
The second part was a quick-response section, which consisted of questions prepared in advance by the dical Association. The competition involved real-ti questioning to see who could answer first. Correct answers added points, wrong ones deducted points, and three wrong responses ant losing the eligibility for that round.
The last part was the judges’ scoring. This was mainly about the judges giving a comprehensive score based on the students’ performances, roughly around ten points, also to give these dical authorities so face.
The final ranking was the composite score the individual accumulated score.
With Nathalie Quinlan only arriving in the last three minutes, the reporters first gave a close-up to Caryn Zachmann and Evelyn Quarles, who were the hot favorites of this competition.
Then, they silently gave a close-up to Nathalie.
This year’s top scholar in the college entrance examination and very likely to be the last place in this dical competition, deserved a spotlight.
The big screen in the venue projected a close-up of the girl’s face.
Perhaps she was aware of being fild straight in the face, Nathalie keenly noticed the cara’s position, raised her head, and glanced toward the lens direction.
Just one glance, and everyone in the venue clearly saw the eye-catching, excessively delicate facial features under her duckbill cap.
Beautiful!
Excessively beautiful!
Even if the girl’s outfit was very casual and even a bit gender-neutral, it couldn’t hide her 360° dead-angle-free beauty.
As Nathalie’s face was close-up on the big screen, it imdiately provoked a lot of discussion in the venue.
Sadam Vinson clicked his tongue, unsurprised, glanced at soone, and stretched his long legs so far they nearly reached the row in front: "With Nathalie’s looks, not to brag, but if she entered the entertainnt circle, she’d absolutely kill the cara ga, truly beautiful!"
Amadeus Yancey also saw the girl’s furrowed brows on the LED screen, pulled down the cap brim, and again avoided the lens. He smiled slightly, with a deep look in his eyes: "She won’t enter the entertainnt circle."
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