The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Scoring Full Marks to Enter Class A_1

Ten minutes passed in the principal’s office, not a sound to be heard.

The dean of studies, who had been tasked with marking the papers, hadn’t put his red pen down once. With a grave expression, he scrutinized the exam paper from left to right and eventually got up restlessly, saying, ”Hold on, I’m going to check the surveillance.”

The other teachers were all bewildered.

”Why check the surveillance?”

The homeroom teacher of Class C was the first to pick up Nathalie’s exam paper.

Director Gung’s body blocked part of their line of sight, so he couldn’t see clearly how well the paper was answered.

The other teachers, also curious, crowded around to observe.

Multiple choice questions... all correct.

Fill-in-the-blank questions... all correct.

As they looked from the standard answer key to Nathalie’s answers on the paper, the more stunned they became, doubting their own eyes.

All correct!

Still all correct!

Still completely correct!

How could someone possibly get everything right.

Several teachers’ face colors changed at once as they turned their gazes towards Nathalie.

Nathalie, with her beautiful face, appeared indifferent and didn’t even glance at the paper marking going on; her eyes, as if confident in her own scores, showed no interest in looking.

She was bowing her head, seemingly replying to messages on her phone.

[Audrick: Nathalie, our second brother had a sudden work matter and won’t be home tonight. Don’t wander off after school; I’ve asked Amadeus to pick you up.]

Only then did Nathalie reply to him.

Her phone chimed with a new message.

[Amadeus: How did the exam go?]

Nathalie’s brow slightly furrowed as she looked at her phone and sent a reply.

The blank dialogue box soon filled with another message.

[Amadeus: Want to join Class A? I’ll see if I can speak to the school on your behalf.]

Sss~ Nathalie narrowed her eyes, the black and bright pupils fixed on the phone screen, ensuring that she replied ”usual,” not ”outstanding performance.”

As far as she knew, the rules at No. 1 Middle School of McKinney were strict. The fact that they allowed her to transfer in during her senior year was already an exception. What kind of background did he have that could let her choose whichever class she wished to join?

”Nathalie Quinlan.”

Nathalie hadn’t managed to send a reply when the dean of studies and the others had finished verifying the scores and called for her. She put her phone back in her bag, gathered her belongings, and walked over with a trace of wildness.

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An anonymous post suddenly appeared on the forum for No. 1 Middle School.

[Damn, the new transfer student got full marks on the entrance exam and is joining Class A!]

When the post first appeared, not many paid attention to it, but as the number of replies grew, it gradually rose to the top three of the school’s forum.

[7th Floor: OP must be bluffing, our school’s exams are so twisted, a perfect score is impossible.]

[8th Floor: If someone in our school could get a perfect score, I’d livestream eating shit!]

[9th Floor: Don’t worry about not having enough, 8th Floor, I’ll contribute out of friendship.]

[10th Floor: Contribution +1]

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[27th Floor: Protecting OP. They’re all attacking you, but don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll just quietly watch you show off.]

Ghania walked along the path to the teaching building, with Jane Bailey playing with her phone beside her. The hottest topic in the school’s forum was the school beauty Ghania securing a place at National Artists University, and Jane was scrolling through the latest comments while complimenting Ghania.

”Ghania, your post is so popular. As the beauty of No. 1 Middle School, you really have a lot of followers.”

Ghania pursed her lips with a proud smile, ”It’s alright, I guess. What everyone is probably interested in is the National Artists University.”

National Artists University was equivalent to Tsinghua and Peking University for art students, one of the famous and prestigious schools in Beijing. No wonder Ghania was so proud!

Jane knew Ghania’s performance very well and envied her for having wealthy parents. As she was deeply engrossed in reading the forum, suddenly, she saw a new post beneath Ghania’s, and her face showed disbelief, ”What’s this?”

A transfer student scoring full marks on the entrance exam?

Wasn’t that fake rich girl the one who just transferred to No. 1 Middle School?