Book TRK
Chapter 539
Mirabella had barely finished testing Vincent a “Haven’t checked yet when she looked up and rattled off her registration number to Jenna
Jenna punched in the digits with deliberate care and hit the search button. The webpage took its sweet time to load before revealing the
First session: 120 points. Second session: 180 points. Total score: 300 points. City rank: 1st.
Even accustomed to Mirabella’s freakish brilliance, Jenna felt a surreal haze descend upon her as she gazed at the scores.
The first session was tough, sure, but the second? How on earth did this wiz nall a perfect score?
Jenna held onto her phone, stunned, before finally swiveling her gaze to the eve teetering on the brink of her tongue, but then she clamped it shut. Better not to
Sensing Jenna’s hesitation, Mirabella arched an eyebrow. “Got it?”
Jenna nodded: “Perfect score. Top of the city.”
nosed Mirabella. Her mouth opened, questions
some questions just served to crush spirits.
Mirabella showed no sign of surprise; instead, she calmly diverted her attention back to her phone and typed a message to Vincent. [300]
Vincent replied: [Legend. I bow to you. Now, be a pal and send me the breakdown of that last beast of a problem on the second session’s test?]
Vincent closed Messenger, his eyes flicking back to the league score page. His own score read 285– second place in the city. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
He wasn’t one to wallow in defeat, not even when chasing the elusive Queen Mira.
Phone off, Vincent returned to reality just as his desk–mate sauntered back from the restroom. The guy dropped into his seat and looked over “So, what did you rake in on the test?”
Vincent, momentarily lost in thought, shared his score.
A thumbs–up rocketed his way. “Vincent, you slayed it! I sneaked a peek at mine while in the john–just scraped 200
Vincent offered a supportive pat on his buddy’s shoulder, but his thoughts took another turn. “You know someone from Eagle High, right?”
“Uh–huh, what about them?” The desk–mate seemed poised to inquire about Vincent’s rank but got sidetracked.
“They threw down the gauntlet with us last week, remember? Could you find out Jack’s score for me?”
While the city and state rankings were out, national standings were still under wraps. Though Mira aced it with a flawless score, Vincent’s curiosity about Jack’s performance lingered.
The desk–mate whipped out his phone. “On it. But Jack’s a math demon; he’s probably clinched the national top spot again.” Chatting while texting, he didn’t imply that Vincent couldn’t match Jack–just that Jack was a known powerhouse with a trophy case to prove it.
Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “We’ll see about that.”
Before Mira entered the picture, Vincent might’ve agreed. But now, every contender seemed like a small fry.
His desk–mate tapped out a message on Messenger, then looked up with a quizzical expression. “What do you mean ‘we’ll see?’ And hey, with your score, you’re a shoo–in for city champ, right?”
The test had been brutal, especially those four monstrosities on the second session that seemed designed for superhumans–even the math teachers admitted that scoring over a hundred was nothing short of miraculous.