As Mirabe stepped outside, the wail of sirens filled the air as ambnces rushed into the school campus. It wasn''t long before teachers emerged, carrying students who had sumbed to the overwhelming stress and anxiety, with paramedics quickly attending to them.


    That kind of scene yed out almost every year in schools across the region.


    Mirabe diverted her gaze and continued heading out. The security guard at the gate had already let her through. As she stepped outside, a group of anxious parents immediately approached her, asking, "How tough was the exam?"


    Mirabe paused briefly before replying, "It was manageable, I guess."


    One parent, noticing her calm demeanor, quickly concluded, "So, it wasn''t too hard then." This sentiment rippled through the nearby parents who overheard the exchange, bringing them a wave of relief. The thought that the exam wasn''t too difficult brought them somefort.


    Little did they know, the student they casually questioned was actually a top-tier academic ace.


    Mirabe nodded at the parent and then spotted Shawn and Delh, her parents, waving at her from a distance. Without further dy, she headed towards them.


    "Did I see ambnces heading into the school? Was someone feeling unwell?" Delh asked, more concerned about her daughter''s well-being than the exam itself.


    "Yeah, it was the stress," Mirabe replied.


    Understanding, Delh nodded and gently squeezed her daughter''s arm. "Let''s go, we need to get you something hearty to eat."


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow at her mother''s suggestion.


    The family soon left the exam venue, and as other students began to exit, their expressions starkly contrasted Mirabe''s rxed one. Their first words to their parents were about the daunting difficulty of this year''s exams, including those to the parents who had spoken to Mirabe.


    "Really? That tough? But the first student who came out said it was okay," one confused parent remarked.


    Their child, an above-average student, nearly broke into tears, "It was really hard. Just ask anyone else. Nobody found it easy."


    The parent was puzzled butter rationalized that maybe the girl they asked didn''t want to admit she found it challenging and thus had downyed the difficulty.


    The next day''s exams were in Arts and Sciences in the morning and French in the afternoon. The Arts and Sciences exam was straightforward, not as intricate as Literature or asplex as Math, making it somewhat less challenging for those with good memory and understanding.


    After the final French exam, Mirabe exited the school gates, taking a rare reflective look back at the school. The two-day final exams were finally over.


    The results would be released in about twenty days-a waiting game.


    Reuniting with her parents and heading towards the parking lot, Delh handed Mirabe her phone, saying, "Oh, you got a bunch of messages on Messenger." Unlocking her phone and opening Messenger, Mirabe saw a message from a professor at Prestige College inquiring about her Physics department. She rubbed her temples before replying.


    Once in the car, she started replying to others who had asked about her exams. Midway through, a call from Mr. Hammond popped up.


    Sitting up straight, Mirabe answered the call.


    "Mirabe, do you remember Professor Wade I mentioned before?" Mr. Hammond got straight to the point.


    Mirabe hummed in acknowledgment.


    "Well, he''s asked for your Messenger contact, and I''ve already forwarded your details to him. Make sure to ept his request, okay?"