Chapter 687: Chapter 687: Humble and Submissive_1
Every time there is a major exam, some reporters always wait outside the examination hall, randomly selecting parents of test takers for interviews. After a bit of editing, their stories become a news piece with considerable public interest.
Unexpectedly, Purple Summers also encountered such an occasion.
The reporter asked with a smile, “You both seem to be in a good mood. I assume that you performed well in the judicial examination? Could you share your thoughts?”
Since Purple was wearing the admission ticket, the camera was mainly focused on her.
“The exam went relatively smoothly, with questions that were both expected and some pleasant surprises.”
Purple faced the camera without any hint of discomfort; she used to participate in public trials and often had to speak in front of cameras.
“The traditional rote memorization questions have been integrated to a certain extent. Not only did they examine the basic knowledge points, but also added the assessment of dialectical thinking. This indicates that our country’s judicial reform has never stopped, becoming more democratic and free. I am delighted to see such changes and very honored to have taken part in this exam.”
The reporter was somewhat stunned. He had simply noticed a pretty girl among the test-takers and wanted to interview her, but he didn’t expect her to speak so articulately.
Which family’s daughter is she?
“You look quite young. Did you come from another place to take the exam?”
“Yes, I’m seventeen years old, and I’m a student at Clearwater Grey International High School.” Purple took the opportunity to give a shoutout to her school.
The reporter thanked Purple and took the cameraman to interview other test-takers.
Recalling what Purple had said about the changes in the exam, the reporter successively asked several people, and to his surprise, many echoed Purple’s view, saying that the questions in this exam were of high quality.
This proved that, despite her young age, Purple’s words were substantial and not just empty talk.
The reporter hesitated on whether to interview Purple again, thinking he might discover even more eye-catching comments.
The cameraman was checking the equipment on the side, replaying the footage they had just shot, and muttered to himself, “Only seventeen years old, and so beautiful, why would she want to take the judicial examination? Aren’t most girls of this age dreaming of becoming models or actresses?”
“Hmm… she is rather pretty.” The reporter came over to look, and while looking, suddenly said, “Hey, don’t you think she resembles someone?”
“That Christopher Simonson, don’t you think?”
“Now that you mention it, they do look quite alike…”
One from Kingsley and one from Clearwater, even if they looked alike, it didn’t explain much. The two of them just made casual conversation and didn’t think much of it.
Purple and Alexander Summers went to have lunch together, took a short nap afterward, then proceeded to take the afternoon exam.
Once it was all over, she felt like a weight had been lifted, feeling much lighter, and collapsed onto the bed, unwilling to get up.
“Get up, let’s go out to eat,” Alexander reached out to pull her.
Purple played coy, hugging the blanket and refusing to rise.
Alexander asked irritably, “Aren’t you hungry?”
“I am hungry,” Purple blinked at him, “but I also don’t want to get out of bed.”
Alexander had no other choice, “Just keep acting spoiled!”
He reluctantly got up, went out to buy dinner, and after returning, spoon-fed her bite by bite.
Thinking about it was indeed ironic. He used to look down on Nathaniel Summers for his subservient demeanor, so how come now, he felt he was being even more subservient than Nathaniel?
Considering his masculine pride, Alexander thought he should stop.
But seeing Purple’s cheek puff out as she ate, appearing blissfully content, he felt a soothing satisfaction and thought to himself: What does this have to do with pride? This is clearly a little delight.
Alexander gently blew on the spoonful of shrimp and egg soup before feeding it to Purple, talking to her, “Make do for a few meals, and once we go back tomorrow, you’ll have delicious food to eat…”
Suddenly, Purple’s phone rang.