Chapter 1027


    Arabe feared the uingpetition would be something she wasn''t quite adept at.


    At that moment, Arabe sat in the audience, watching the unfolding drama with a yful smile on her


    face. She wondered why so many people seemed to be in a rush to get their pride hurt today.


    Suddenly, she stood up, walking confidently towards the stage.


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    The students from Summerfield College paused, then sneered, "I heard the straight-A prodigy often


    skips ss. And she dares to challenge us? Seems like Westerly College has run out of talented


    students."


    Arabe walked onto the stage. Her calm eyes flickered with confidence.


    "sses are for those who need them. And I do not."


    “Ha, big talk for a beginner, don''t cry when you loseter.’ The Summerfield College students didn''t


    take her seriously. To them, how could someone who often skipped sses possibly outdo them?


    They were the ones who studied deep into the night, promising to make a name for themselves in the


    medical field.


    When Arabe was skipping ss, they were absorbing medical knowledge!


    They had long since left Arabe in the dust!


    The students from Westerly College couldn''t help but shout: "She''s too arrogant! Arabe, show them


    who''s boss!!!"


    "Teach them there''s always a bigger fish."


    “Arabe, crush them!!"


    Although the support for Arabe was sporadic, she could still feel the trust and encouragement of her


    college mates.


    Andrew, watching from the crowd, thought to himself that although Arabe often skipped sses, he


    frequently saw her entering and leaving the schoolb, and sometimes President Barton would join her.


    They must have been conducting experiments, right?


    Even if Arabe didn''t have a solid medical foundation, with the number of times she visited theb,


    she must have learned something from President Barton, right?


    At least she wouldn''t embarrass herself too much, right?


    At that moment, a Westerly College professor hurriedly called President Barton.


    “President Barton, Arabe is on stage topete."


    “Really?” The old man sounded visibly thrilled, "I knew Summerfield College couldn''t keep calm. They


    are so arrogant when they see our straight-A prodigy. As long as my girl shows on the stage, next year,


    we will have many students flocking to our school. Westerly College will be bustling!"


    The Westerly College professor was puzzled. He rarely saw Arabe at school.


    How could President Barton be so certain of the abilities of someone who often skipped sses?


    And how did he know she would ept the challenge?


    "Remember to tell our procurement department to order more beds, desks, and chairs to prepare for


    next year''s enrollment. Westerly College is going to be the talk of the town!" President Barton chuckled


    before hanging up, "These youngsters can''t keep their cool. Let my girl teach them a lesson."


    At that point, the leader of the Summerfield College team looked at Arabe with arrogance, "I heard


    you study neurology. What do you want topete in?


    Arabe replied calmly, "Let''spete in what you''re good at."


    “What we''re good at?" The Summerfield College captain was taken aback, “Huh, the straight-A prodigy


    is indeed arrogant. We excel in dissection!"


    Although first-year students at Summerfield College hadn''t had the chance to practice dissection, they


    had all privately studied under renowned teachers, putting them above-average students.


    They didn''t believe that a first-year student from the neurology major of Westerly College could perform


    a dissection!