The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 839: Chapter 839: Don’t Ask, If You Do, It’s No Deduction

The examination room was extremely quiet.

Only the sound of vigorous writing could be heard.

Everyone, whether they knew the answers or not, followed the principle of leaving no blanks and scribbled on their papers and draft sheets with furrowed brows.

The proctoring teachers walked from the first row to the last, and then back again, with two assigned to each examination room. The teachers didn’t speak to each other, conversing only through frequent exchanges of looks.

This was especially true when they passed by Nathalie Quinlan.

Seeing that she was different from the other students, who all started with the multiple-choice questions, she did the opposite and began with the essay questions. Their expressions were quite surprised.

However, right from the start of the first subject, the supervising teachers at this examination site had all heard her name.

Nathalie Quinlan, the student who placed first in the joint examination.

So, surprise aside, no more was said.

Half an hour before the time to hand in their papers, the girl methodically writing her answers threw her pen into her pencil bag on schedule, picked up her things, and stood up to submit her paper.

Then she walked out of the examination room with a carefree stature.

The supervising teachers for each subject had long since grown accustomed to her punctually handing in her paper early. After she left, they nonchalantly organized the papers she handed in and, after a brief check, it was clear she had written nearly everything.

As for whether it was correct, they dared not draw conclusions before receiving the standard answers.

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Today was the last day of exams.

Crowds of extended family members gathered outside the examination hall to pick up their children. In addition, there were quite a few reporters from various media, with their cameras poised at the examination site, ready to interview any students who emerged.

At 4:30 p.m., the door of the examination room opened.

A slender figure was the first to come out, and a reporter immediately squeezed forward, thrusting the microphone in the girl’s face.

”Hello, student, have you just turned in your paper?” the reporter asked.

The girl looked at the lens that nearly touched her face, pulled her cap brim down to shield her eyes, and responded with an impatient hum.

The reporter didn’t notice her impatience and moved even closer, asking cheerfully, ”Now that you’ve finished the last exam, how do you feel about the difficulty of the test questions?”

”It’s okay,” Nathalie Quinlan replied, though visibly annoyed, she still showed patience.

Yet the reporter seemed a bit too pushy as she saw the girl trying to walk away, she shoved the microphone in front of her again, blocking her path, and continued, ”Then, how much do you think you scored?”

The question was rather tricky.

After all, online discussions were saying that the science section was particularly difficult this time. What if someone simply gave up on this gaokao, which was why she handed in her paper first. Asking this could certainly be awkward.

But Nathalie Quinlan...

The girl’s delicate brows and eyes flicked up, seemingly not expecting the reporter to block her way, almost forcing her to respond if she wanted to leave. She raised her head, revealing a face that was striking to the extreme, her eyes full of wild defiance. Her hands were pocketed as if agitated, she boldly retorted, ”250.”

The female reporter initially didn’t catch on and thought Nathalie Quinlan was cursing at her. It wasn’t until she realized that 250 was a reference to a perfect score that the reporter understood, but by then, the girl had already walked away.

The science section was deemed difficult by everyone, with many doubting whether getting a score of 200 was even possible, and this girl claimed to have hit 250, a perfect score???

Must be a joke.

*

In a posh residential area of McKinney.

Emilia Sullivan was on the phone with Ghania Quinlan when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a person on the TV.

The girl was dressed in a crisp sweater, exuding an unapproachable aura.

She didn’t need to look closely to recognize that person.