Chapter <b>422 </b>
After signing up for the Math Olympiad, Mirabe left Mr. Hammond’s office with a hefty stack of past math papers he had casually thrust into her hands.
She already had two boxes brimming with study materials and exam papers at home. Now, with Mr. Hammond’s contribution, Mirabe returned to the ssroom with a look. of dismay etched across her face.
“What did the teacher call you to the office for this time? Was it about that con artist?” Jenna eyed Mirabe with concern.
Distracted by the heap of papers in her hands, Mirabe didn’t answer Jenna’s question. Instead, she asked, “What’s your top choice for college?”
Jenna let out an “Ah,” before responding, “I’m aiming for Radiant Ridge College right here. in our city.”
Radiant Ridge College was the local academic crown jewel with no easy entry requirements, but it certainly couldn’t hold a candle to the likes of Prestige College.
Mirabe’s fingers caressed the stack of papers she had just hauled back, casting a sidelong nce at Jenna. “Is that the extent of your ambition?”
Rolling her eyes, Jenna retorted, “Not everyone’s a genius freak like you, Mira. I mean, sure, I’d love to get into Prestige College or Apex University, but I’ve got to be realistic. I’m not even sure I can get into Radiant Ridge.”
After pondering for a couple of seconds, Mirabe asked, “Have you heard about the Math Olympiad?”
Jenna nodded. “Yeah, I know about it. It happens every year around this time, right? What
about it?<b>” </b>
<b>“</b><b>If </b>you snag a good ranking, it could really boost your college application,” Mirabe said earnestly.
Results from such nationwidepetitions could be gold on a student’s resume and significantly increase their chances of getting into a prestigious university.
“Queen Mira, stop kidding around. I’m a total math disaster. I’m lucky if I pass, let alonepete in an Olympiad,” Jenna quickly dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand.
Mirabe gave her a look. “Your math’s not <b>bad</b>; you just don’t focus<b>.</b><b>” </b>After all, <b>she </b>couldn’t let these piles of papers go to waste.
“No, no, no, I’m just an average Joe with no grand aspirations<b>… </b>
Before she could finish, Mirabe cut her off, “I’ve already <b>signed </b><b>you </b><b>up</b>.
<b>Jenna’s </b>smile froze, “What?!!!”
<b>Chapter </b>422
“These are math papers I specially requested from the teachers. Take them and work on them. We’ve <b>got </b><b>a </b>few days before the Olympiad, and you can ask me if there’s anything you don’t understand.<b>” </b>Mirabe deposited the entire pile onto Jenna’s desk, which was the very picture of generosity.
Jenna’s eyesnded on the mountain of exam papers–at least twenty at a nce–and she almost fainted on the spot. Once she had regained herposure, she said, “No, I’m going to get my name off that list right now.” Shaking, she clutched the papers and made to leave.
Mirabe pursed her lips into a sly smile. “I signed you up with Mr. Hammond.”
Jenna staggered, steadied herself, and swung around in shock. “Mira, I seriously suspect you’re out for revenge.”
Mr. Hammond was intimidating! Jenna didn’t have the nerve to confront him about removing her name.
Raising an eyebrow, Mirabe stated, “I’m doing this for your own good.”
Jenna was bbergasted. Mirabe was the devil in disguise.
“Besides, with me tutoring you, what’s there to fear from a simple test?”
Jenna let out a weary chuckle, too drained to argue. Resigned, she slumped back into her seat, epting her fate.
Mirabe spared her a nce, then pulled out her phone and sent a message to Mr. Hammond.
When Mirabe got home after school, she scanned the