Chapter <b>539 </b>
Vincent’s expression was aplex tapestry of emotions as he gazed across the table at his ssmate, who sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
Noticing Vincent’s state, a flicker of realization crossed his ssmate’s mind. His eyes widened as he blurted out, “How much did Mirabe from The Advanced ss score?”
“300” Vincent drawled slowly.
Holy smokes, 300? That’s a perfect score! His ssmate’s jaw nearly hit the floor in amazement.
Though they were aware that Mimbe had snagged first ce in an international contest, it wasn’t a mathpetition, andpared to Eagle High’s legend, Jack, Mirabe was rtively unknown. It made sense that she hadn’t immediatelye to mind.
“What kind of freak genius is Mirabe from The Advanced ss? She even oui
his awe once more
Jack?” His ssmate couldn’t help but express
No wonder Vincent said Jack might not clinch the national top spot this time. How can anyone beat a perfect score?
Just then, Vincent’s ssmate’s phone buzzed. “My buddy replied. Let’s see if he mentioned <b>Jack’s </b>score<b>…</b>”
As Vincent heard this, his eyes locked onto his friend’s phone, a wave of tension flitting across his handsome features, a tension even stronger than when he checked his own scores.
“My friend says Jack scored 295. Top in their city, his ssmate lifted his head, showing Vincent the screen.
Vincent’s fingers, which were curled on the table, rxed upon seeing the massage, but a wry smile quickly spread across his face as he massaged his temples. Why the heck was he nervous? No matter how formidable Jack from Eagle High was, could he reallypete with Parkside High’s Queen Mira<b>? </b>
Besides, perfect scores didn’te easy!
“You know, I heard from our math teacher that the school that ranks first in the national math league gets to host the next year’spetition,” his ssmate remarked, pausing before adding excitedly. “Parkside High has missed out on hosting for three years running. Now that Queen Mira has imed the top spot, it’s our turn to shine“”
While Vincent wasn’t as visibly thrilled as his ssmate, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. This was a moment to celebrate the school’s glory.
“By the way, the guys from Eagle High are snooping around for our scores. Should we spill the beans on Queen Mira’s result?” his ssmate nced at his phone’s Messenger, seeking Vincent’s opinion.
Vincent cocked his head to the side, “Being first isn’t something to hide.”
His ssmate raised an eyebrow. “True that. It’s high time their school sees what we’re made of.” With that, he sent off Mimbe’s score to his friend, the tone of the message brash with bravado.
Unbeknownst to Vincent and his ssmate, their conversation was overheard by Summer, who was pretending to read at the next table. She was secretly listening in, her fingers clenching so tightly they nearly pierced the pages of her book.
In her past life. Summer had alsopeted in the math league during her senior year and had a vague memory of the problems. She had registered again, hoping to prove herself this time.
She had been poring <b>over </b>simr problems for <b>days</b>, determined to make a statement at thepetition, When she found out she had scored 263, ranking 15th in the city, she was initially thrilled, thinking it was her time to shine. But then….
Mirabe had done it again, scored a perfect <b>score</b>, taken first ce, and even secured the hosting rights for the school’s nextpetition.
Summer’s lips twisted wryly, her efforts at hitting the books suddenly seeming like a cruel joke.