Chapter 8 Entering Crestwood High

An entrance exam for a high school couldn’t be harder than the Ph.D. she had to gain at an Ivy League university. On the way to school, Stephanie was filled with arrogance, pursing her lips. She was aware that the school Milly had previously attended was just an ordinary high school in the countryside, and her grades were average at best. How could she even consider attending the same school as her? Wishful thinking! It was going to be quite a spectacle soon! Milly couldn’t be bothered to speculate about what was on her mind, so she closed her eyes and rested. Both of them remained quiet, while Jordan sat in the back seat, furrowing his brows and frantically texting his assistant.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“How is it going? Is it done? Is the principal of Crestwood High willing to make an exception and admit her?” “Mr. Burnett, the principal is absolutely refusing.” “Refusing? Is it because he thinks my donation for the building was too small? Then I’ll donate three more! No matter what, my sister must be accepted!” “Ms. Burnett, no matter how many buildings you donate, the principal will not agree. They are about to take the college entrance exam in two months, and the principal is unwilling to risk admitting students and lowering their score line … ” “Useless! If he dampens my sister’s enthusiasm for studying, I will destroy Crestwood High!” The assistant was quiet. Burnett Residence was not far from Crestwood High, and they arrived at the school in no time. As soon as they stepped out of the car, a youthful and carefree atmosphere enveloped them. Even Milly’s heart, which had been silent for two lifetimes, couldn’t help but feel excited, and the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curl up. Finally, the place she had once dreamed of had become a reality. Although the principal’s firm stance prevented them from using any backdoor methods, he also feared the financial power of the Burnetts. Nervously, he greeted them at the school gate and specially arranged a room for Milly to take the test.

There were a total of four tests, including language, math, foreign languages, and either arts or science. The language, math, and foreign language sections were worth 150 points each, while arts or science were worth 300 points each. The admission threshold was set at 600 points. Milly glanced at the questions, raised her hand, and began answering them swiftly. The invigilator on the side was astonished by her speed. Does this child not need to double-check her calculations? She simply looked at the questions and knew the answers? Although the test was scheduled for four hours, Milly finished in just one hour. “I’m done. I’d like to submit my paper.” The invigilator was bemused. “Don’t you want to review or check your answers?” Milly smiled,

“Thank you, but it’s not necessary. I believe I have enough points.” The invigilator furrowed his brows and collected her paper. To his surprise, she had only answered the first few questions, leaving the rest blank. And yet, she was confident she had enough points? Jordan noticed the blank space on her paper and assumed the questions were too difficult for her. He reassured her, “It’s alright. If you can’t get into this mediocre school, I will find you a better one.” The principal was quiet. Is it really necessary to be so blunt about it? The invigilator was quick to grade the papers. Initially, he thought this student had no chance, but the more he reviewed, the more amazed and shocked he became. Despite answering fewer questions, she got them all correct! Every subject, without exception! In the end, when he tallied the scores, it was exactly six hundred points—not a point more, not a point less! It was evident that this girl was intentionally controlling her score. If she had completed all the questions, she would likely have ranked among the top students in the entire grade. She’s smart enough to keep her points within the range she wants. Sunny Lane held the paper, smiling as he approached Milly to discuss, “Ms. Burnett, you did very well. You have already surpassed the passing score. Are you interested in joining Class B?” In the senior year, there were four classes: A, B, C, and D, with A being the best based on performance. Milly looked apologetically at Sunny and said, “Sorry, but I want to go to class A.”

Her dream was not limited to attending Crestwood High. What she wanted was to have her name prominently displayed on the leaderboard, just like in her previous life! The principal immediately smiled and agreed, “Alright, she can go to whichever class she wants. Sunny, go contact Ms. Hills immediately and inform them that their class will be getting a new student.” Yeah, the students are divided based on their performance, but Ms. Burnett obviously can decide how many marks she wants to get. She can easily be at the top of the class if she wants to. This is a great student. Sunny looked a bit dejected. “Yes.” Not even two steps away, he turned back to look at Milly again and said softly,

“Ms. Hills has a bad temper. If you feel wronged by her, come to me, and I will always welcome you.” Milly nodded. “Thank you, sir.” Jordan held the paper in shock, still in the same place. This … was done by her sister? Only halfway through the questions, she scored an amazing six hundred points. Isn’t this a child prodigy?! “Hang it up in my office,” Jordan said, handing the paper to the driver who had come with her. She’s so thoughtful. Framing it means I can only show one page, so she only finished one page. My sister is really considerate! Milly twitched her mouth. “Jordan, it’s not necessary, right?” In other people’s offices, they hung famous calligraphies and paintings, or at least some art treasures. Hanging two test papers in her brother’s office is unimaginable. Jordan remained calm, not feeling that he had done anything wrong, “Adult matters are not for children to worry about. Go to class, the driver will pick you up tonight and celebrate with you when you get home!”

Milly sighed and stopped insisting. … In the office, Anna Hills looked at Milly, who had come to report to her, and her eyes instantly turned cold. “You are Milly, who barely passed the test?” Milly nodded respectfully, “Yes, miss.” Anna’s face turned cold, she looked her up and down, her face full of mockery. The Burnetts really have some ability to squeeze someone who just passed the score line into my class! What does this mean? It means this newcomer will lower the average score of our class! It will decrease our class’s overall ranking! It’s almost the college entrance exam, I really don’t know what the principal is thinking! The more she thought of it, the angrier she was, and she vented it on Milly. “Do you know what the average score of our class is every year? It’s 680 points, and it has been for five consecutive years! I just calculated it, and adding your 600 points, it will drop to 660 points! What level is this? This is the average level of Class C! We are Class A!” She accused him angrily, pointing fiercely at the table and banging on it. Milly was not affected by her anger but instead looked at her calmly and asked, “What if I can raise the average score of your class to 700 points?” When Anna heard this, she burst out laughing and said, “Everyone can talk big. If you can score 700 points, I’ll make you the class monitor.”