Half an hourter, Mirabe dotted thest period and set her pen down with a sigh of relief. Writing in cursive had taken a bit longer, but she was still ahead of


    the game.


    Most of her ssmates were still tangled up in the readingprehension section, with only a few brave souls starting on the essay. And even those few looked like they were struggling.


    In this fast-paced world, who really had time to dive deep into ssical literature? Writing an essay on such topics was no walk in the park.


    With over an hour left on the clock, Mirabe nced around the room, wondering if turning in her paper early would distract the others. After a moment, she decided to wait it out and be considerate.


    When the final bell rang, she stood up and was the first to submit her answer booklet and exam paper. She left the exam room feeling a wave of calm wash over her.


    After a quick restroom break, she emerged to hear the buzz of students discussing the English exam, particrly how tough the essay question had been. Mirabe''s face remained impassive as she headed outside.


    She spotted Vincent waiting for her and walked over with a small smile.


    "How''d it go?" Vincent asked, knowing that English wasn''t Mirabe''s strongest subject and had waited specifically to check on her.


    "It was okay," Mirabe replied softly.


    Vincent recognized her modesty. When Mirabe said something was "okay," it usually meant she had it under control.


    He felt a wave of relief. There was no need to worry about her.


    Before long, the two of them walked out to find Mirabe''s parents and Vincent''s parents waiting anxiously. The parents eagerly asked about the exams and were pleased with the positive responses.


    Aimee, who thought highly of Mirabe and had previously helped her with a minor health issue, invited Delh''s family to join them for dinner at a nearby restaurant they had booked.


    Feeling Aimee''s warmth, Delh couldn''t bring herself to decline.


    Vincent''s parents, being the cultured folks they were, easily foundmon ground with Delh''s family, making for a pleasant evening. Delh seemed familiar to them, but they decided not to pry.


    After dinner, both families headed back to their hotels to let the kids rest before the afternoon''s math exam.


    At 2:50 PM, Mirabe entered the exam room again, this time for math.


    As soon as she reviewed the exam paper, she got to work. The morning''s essay hinted that this year''s finals were going to be tough, and the math paper was no exception.


    The room felt heavy with tension. This year''s exam was moreplex than previous years, with questions that seemed toe out of left field.


    While Mirabe breezed through the questions, her ssmates struggled, some barely managing to get an answer down.


    In just fifty minutes, Mirabe finished all the questions and rested her head on the desk, her draft sheets untouched and pristine.


    When the end-of-exam bell rang, she was, once again, the first to leave the room.


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