Mirabe stood by, looking rxed as she waited for the coach to check the


    scores.


    The coach got lucky and quickly found his son''s results-over 530 points, higher than he had estimated, and enough to get into a top-tier university. His face lit up with a huge grin, and he eagerly shared the good news with the other students.


    Just as he was about to put his phone away, he remembered Mirabe mentioning she hade straight from her final exams to start her driving lessons. He thought for a moment and then said, "Mirabe, the final exam results should be out. You should check yours."


    Mirabe just smiled, "No rush."


    Seeing her calm demeanor, the coach, still holding his phone, offered, "What''s your exam ID? I can check it for you."


    After a brief pause, Mirabe gave him a string of numbers.


    "Hold on, it''ll just take a sec..." the coach said as he confirmed the details.


    Soon, the screen refreshed, and Mirabe''s score appeared.


    750 points.


    The coach froze, his smile turning rigid as his fingers trembled. He quickly looked up at Mirabe, disbelief in his eyes.


    A perfect score of 750 points...


    The coach waspletely stunned.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, asking politely, "Did you find it?"


    The coach, brought back to reality by her question, stammered, "Y-Yeah, 750 points."


    Mirabe seemed unsurprised. She had expected full marks in math, French, and social studies. The only ce she might have lost points was in the essay.


    But this year''s essay topic had yed to her strengths. Any other topic might not have secured her a perfect score.


    "750 points, that''s a perfect score, right? So, she''s the top scorer in the final exams?" another student eximed.


    Meeting the top scorer of the final exams while learning to drive felt like a stroke of luck.


    The coach, still in a daze, looked at Mirabe, feeling his son''s score of just over 530 points suddenly seem less impressive.


    Why did other people''s kids have to be so exceptional?


    Meanwhile, in a car.


    "Chief Steward, the young miss''s score is in," As said, barely containing his excitement as he looked at the phone.


    Grady nced at As, who was caught up in his excitement and hadn''t


    mentioned the score, prompting Grady to cough pointedly.


    Realizing his oversight, As handed the phone to the Chief Steward sitting in the passenger seat, while remarking, "A perfect score, our young miss is truly brilliant!"


    Seeing the score on the screen, Grady, usually so reserved, allowed a small smile


    to form, "Who else could the young miss be,ing from the Davis family?"


    "Such high intellect muste from our side," As beamed, seizing the opportunity to offer praise.


    Grady''s smile twitched at the tant ttery.


    "I''ll send this score to the old timers, let them see for themselves the first female valedictorian of the Davis family..." As said as he took back his phone from Grady, disregarding his own status.


    After taking a screenshot and sending it to the group, As then looked up at the time and out the car window, "Strange, the young miss should have finished her driving test by now. Why hasn''t shee out?"