Chapter 251: Chapter 249: Qijie: Can’t Handle Even One, College Entrance Exam Begins
Seeing through her thoughts at a glance, Claire Green’s gaze paused, and she couldn’t help but poke her forehead.
This girl has spent too much time with John Sinclair, and she’s getting more and more imaginative.
"Dealing with just you is already exhausting, where would I find the energy for a new love?"
Claire Green switched from poking to pinching, with a playful tone in her voice.
John Sinclair glared, Sister Claire was digging into his corner again, and what was that "exhausting" wolfish phrase.
Seeing his reaction, Sebastian Winn laughed gleefully, "Brother John, what’s it like being charmed by Sister Claire’s overwhelming appeal."
The next second.
Pain shot up from his leg.
Looking down, he saw John Sinclair’s leg not yet retracted, and couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.
Does he get kicked for telling the truth?
"Long time no see." Daisy Cooper panted slightly, her eyes brightly fixed on the girl.
However, the next second.
An unfamiliar face appeared in her sight.
Looking at the girl blocking Claire Green, Daisy Cooper was puzzled, "Who are you?"
"Hello, I’m Isabella Xyler, Olivia’s most beloved friend."
Although Isabella Xyler was wary of Daisy Cooper, her good upbringing made her introduce herself politely.
This introduction, however, had an added declaration of sovereignty compared to the usual.
Understanding the implication in her words, Daisy Cooper didn’t change her expression, but rather excitedly grabbed her hand, "That’s great, I’m Olivia’s biggest fan, tell me about her usual stuff."
At Daisy Cooper’s words, Isabella Xyler was left at a loss.
Why isn’t she playing by the rules?
Normally, wouldn’t she retort? What’s going on with her?
William Dunn’s face darkened, he pulled her by the back of her collar and said leisurely, "Aren’t you planning to take the exam?"
"William Dunn, let go of me." Daisy Cooper shouted, embarrassed and angry.
"No." William Dunn casually said, nodding to Claire Green and the others, dragging Daisy Cooper through the school gate.
Faintly, they could still hear the two bickering.
"Could it be that they are truly meant to be?" Sebastian Winn mused, stroking his chin.
Bang.
A knock landed on his head.
"Idiot, that’s obviously a sign of love."
Hearing this.
Claire Green glanced at the two of them, left behind a teasing comment, and started walking forward.
"Then is yours a simple socialist brotherhood?"
The two of them stood in place, contemplated for a bit, and after understanding, glared at each other with disdain, and quickly followed.
...
They say the exam paper truly tests a candidate’s abilities. Upon seeing the questions on the paper, Claire Green raised an eyebrow; the difficulty was indeed significant.
For a moment.
The candidates, who initially felt confident in the classroom, gradually became a bit nervous.
"I don’t think I need to emphasize the exam rules; the exam starts now."
As the invigilator finished speaking, everyone grabbed their pens and started answering seriously.
Just as everyone was racking their brains to answer, there was suddenly the sound of turning pages.
Instantly, their hearts skipped a beat.
How could someone be writing on the reverse side so soon?
Could it be just checking?
Everyone internally comforted themselves, but their brows furrowed tighter, some candidates’ fingers were already pale from gripping their pens.
The invigilator looked at the only girl in the classroom who had been calm since the exam started, and couldn’t help but be intrigued.
Seeing her start writing on the reverse side so quickly, he shook his head with a sigh, thinking she might not be as impressive as she seemed.
Claire Green was oblivious to everyone’s thoughts, just resting her pale hand on her cheek, her brows drooping, nonchalantly jotting down on the paper.
Half an hour later.
While everyone was still battling the front, Claire Green casually spoke up, "Can I hand in the paper early?"
A stone stirred a thousand waves.
The classroom was suddenly a bit chaotic; students in the front row couldn’t resist wanting to turn around to see which incredible person was so bold.
But at the thought of the exam rules, they suppressed it.
However, the students on the sides of the row looked at her as if they’d seen a ghost, all puzzled and shocked inside.
Which school’s big shot is she?
The invigilator didn’t expect someone to want to submit their paper in less than an hour during the national exams, and was surprised but also a bit displeased.
This is a major event that affects their future, yet she’s so unconcerned.
"No, the exam rules allow early submission half an hour before the end." His voice was heavy, tinged with a bit of anger.
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green didn’t mind, casually placed the pen aside, then under the heated gazes, lay her head on the desk and started sleeping.
Seeing that not only was she not serious, but now also sleeping in the exam room, the invigilator’s face darkened immediately, coldly warning, "The national exam is not to be taken lightly; students should behave like students, not give up like someone who lacks the capability."
After speaking, he glanced at Claire Green’s reaction, only to see she hadn’t changed her posture at all.
The exam time ended quickly, and as the bell rang through the broadcast, Claire Green slowly opened her eyes, her pupils clear and bright.
After watching her leave the classroom, everyone burst into chatter.
"Whoa, who was that?"
"Wanting to submit the paper in less than half an hour, infuriating the invigilator, which big shot was that?"
"No idea, never seen them before."
While the group was excitedly discussing, a voice joined in.
"Don’t any of you know who she is?"
At these words.
All eyes fell on the speaker.
The girl purposefully cleared her throat, teasing, "Brightsong’s Class Six, Claire Green, do you know now?"
Gasp.
Everyone drew a sharp breath.
So she’s Claire Green.
The name on every teacher’s lips.
After speaking, the girl wondered, "Didn’t any of you watch the previous math competition live stream?"
"I did, but it was so long ago, who still remembers what she looks like."
"I didn’t expect that one day I could be in the same exam room as my idol."
"Damn, if I’d known my idol was in the same exam room, I wouldn’t have wasted time praying."
People who weren’t familiar began chatting over a common topic.
Afterward, they truly understood what it meant to be a genius student.
They couldn’t help but admire, truly deserving of the label of an excellent student; she was beyond outstanding.
While they struggled with the front, she was always working on the back.
And never took more than an hour.
Therefore, very peculiar scenes appeared in their exam room.
A group of people diligently writing, heads buried in hard work, while one person relaxed, sleeping peacefully.
Leaving the invigilators a mix of helplessness and amusement during each subject.
This group might have some psychological shadows from the experience.
After three days, the tense national exams for both students and parents came to an end.
"Finally liberated."
"After three days of exams, I feel like I’ve been grilled."
"Finally, I can relax properly."
Students left the exam site one by one, relaxed, with admission tickets in hand, stepping lightly, faces filled with smiles.
"Sister Claire, do you feel confident?" John Sinclair asked tentatively.
You can’t blame him for asking; the nationwide paper was perversely difficult, and without Claire’s daily tutoring, they wouldn’t have managed.
Claire Green raised a brow, her voice lazy and husky.
"Not bad."