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Chapter 1076: Chapter 752: The Grand Finale [23] Top Scorer in the College Entrance Exam

Nora Scott’s guess was indeed correct.

She slept for an entire day and night.

After eating her fill and recharging her energy, she finally remembered to give Fátima a call to inform her that she had "already found the exact date to open the entrance."

Then,

within a day’s time, Fátima arranged everything.

This action-taker moved so swiftly that even Biel Hall was left speechless.

She contacted the officials to confirm the exact date, notified Sandcastle City to prepare thoroughly, and then arranged for the technical staff on this side... a series of matters were handled.

In short, when Nora woke up, she received the plane ticket that Fátima had booked for her.

And, a phone call.

"You’re going to Sandcastle City tomorrow," Fátima ordered simply and clearly.

"Can’t it be delayed by two days?"

Nora was still lazing in bed, not wanting to get up.

"No," Fátima paused and asked, "haven’t gotten up yet?"

"..." Nora sat up immediately, her tone crisp and decisive, "I’m up."

"..."

Fátima didn’t believe her words at all.

However, she didn’t dwell on it.

"You have about a week to go over there, the work pressure won’t be too great," Fátima said.

"...Oh."

Since it was the truth, Nora had no choice but to compromise.

After hanging up the call, Nora lazed in bed for a while before telling Pedro Langley to set off tomorrow, and casually asked Pedro to pack her luggage.

As for her—

After breakfast, she opened her social media apps... and was bombarded with a heap of reminders and inquiry messages.

Nora was used to it.

As a long-form comic, "Base No. 9" was only a third of the way through its serialization. Given her recent preoccupation with the Mechanism City project, she had neither the mind nor the time to draw comics. Readers online had complained one wave after another, eventually taking to social media to urge updates.

But today, Nora saw some new messages.

[The results are out for the college entrance exams. Have the brothers’ scores come out yet?]

[Begging for the brothers’ scores! Hoping to sponge some good luck.]

[Results are out! Results are out! I’m eagerly waiting to see the handsome brothers’ entrance exam scores.]

[I’ve heard the brothers are insanely impressive, just want to see how impressive they really are. (Have the scores come out yet?) Wanna learn something new.]

...

Nora raised an eyebrow.

Today the results for the college entrance exams were announced.

She almost forgot.

Thinking for a moment, she dialed Oliver Scott’s number, but nobody answered; he was supposedly outside the service area.

She then called Marcus Shaw’s number, but still no response.

Pedro Langley walked over and timely asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I want to ask about Marcus and Oliver’s entrance exam results, but they have no signal." Nora furrowed her brow.

"Why not just ask their school?"

"I’m not asking."

Nora was resolute.

Pedro chuckled, "What kind of trouble are you stirring up now?"

Nora tossed her phone aside, grabbed an apple from the table, tossed it in her hand a few times, and raised an eyebrow, "Oliver said he’d be the first to tell me."

As a responsible elder sister, she naturally wouldn’t probe for news ahead of time.

"Okay."

Pedro nodded, then pulled out his phone, "Anyway, I didn’t get this promise."

Nora was surprised, "You have their teachers’ numbers?"

"I don’t," Pedro said, "but I joined their parent group chats."

Previously, Nora attended parent-teacher conferences for Marcus and Oliver.

However, after Nora offended all the parents in their class, coupled with her own busyness, Pedro took over attending the conferences for them.

Unlike the confrontational Nora, Pedro was very well-received among parents, immediately requested to add them on social media when he attended, eventually agreeing to join their parent group chats.

Initially, people would message him every day, asking how he educated Marcus and Oliver into such outstanding students. Later, Pedro had his assistant randomly put together a list of "the brothers’ daily life" and publicly posted it to the group chat, leading to fewer parents seeking him out.

—In "the brothers’ daily life," besides eating, drinking, playing, and having fun, achieving results was purely a blessing from above and innate intelligence.

Nevertheless, whenever Pedro appeared in the group chat, he was still the most popular.

In short, thanks to his two heartthrob brothers, Pedro successfully became a "celebrity parent."

As expected, once Pedro entered the group chat, it erupted—

[Have Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw’s scores come out? What are they like?]

[The school hasn’t announced them yet.]

[My daughter exceeded expectations, based on this score, she should qualify for Capital Uni without surprises.]

[Other schools’ results have gradually come out, mostly not far from previous mock exams, those with good scores generally haven’t performed abnormally, rankings haven’t changed much.]

[Marshall Ferreira from the neighboring school performed well, seems like a dark horse, at 712, out of all the students’ scores I’ve seen, his is the highest.]

[712? Could he be the top scorer in the national exam?!]

[This student is impressive!]

[Will this year’s top scorer be from the neighboring school?]

[It’s more than possible. Considering previous years’ highest scores were around 710, last year’s top scorer was just 706.]

[His reputation isn’t very good, as I heard.]

[What good is reputation; it’s the score that counts. Top scorer in the entrance exam, afraid no one would want him?]

...

"Jeez."

Unable to contain her curiosity, Nora sat next to Pedro and glanced at the chat box.

Seeing Marshall Ferreira’s name, her brow furrowed.

She said irritably, "Why is Marshall Ferreira still hopping around?"

"..."

You only sent him to the hospital; you didn’t ask for his life.

With a sigh, Pedro said, "That incident did affect him, though it only canceled his guaranteed entrance quota. If his exam was just average, schools that cherish their reputation might hesitate to accept him. But if he is the top scorer—"

"Hmm?"

Nora shot a chilly glare at him.

Pedro changed his tone, "I said ’if.’"

"No ’ifs,’" Nora squinted.

Pedro: "..." Whatever Madam says goes.

Nora bickered with Pedro for a while.

Before long, her phone rang; it was Oliver Scott calling.

"Sis, we didn’t have signal just now, only checked the scores now." Oliver opened with, but then his voice carried a hint of apology, "My performance was a bit off, the score isn’t very ideal."