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“Yes.” Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
Matthew Green continued, “May I ask which school you are from and what’s your name?”
“North Bridge High School, Viola Thompson.”
Just then, a gentle breeze blew, lifting the hair by her forehead, forming a kind of messy beauty.
She was wearing a North Bridge High School uniform.
There was a quiet sense of peace about her.
Even the well-traveled reporter was somewhat taken aback by this scene, thinking that this young girl must be many people’s youth. But Matthew Green, as a professional, immediately came back to his senses, looked at his watch and said, “If I’m not mistaken, the last exam this afternoon ends at five o’clock, and now it’s only 4:03. You must be very confident in yourself to hand in your paper so early, right?”
It was the first time Matthew Green had seen a student submit their paper an hour early in the two years he’d been covering the College Entrance Examination.
Typically, students who do this are either super overachievers or failing students who can’t even be called slackers.
Viola Thompson looked so beautiful.
She must be an overachiever, right?
If she wasn’t an overachiever, her leaving so early seemed to have an obvious intention.
Television reporters have always been stationed at exam venues.
One couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to make a name for herself with her looks?
Now was the era of the internet.
And it was also the era of relying on appearance to make a living.
“It’s alright.” Viola Thompson said indifferently.
If she wasn’t afraid of drawing attention, she would have wanted to hand in her paper at 3:30.
Unexpectedly, even after dragging it for half an hour, it still seemed a little early.
Although it’s only two words, it made people feel a touch of arrogance.
After all, this year’s math, physics, and chemistry exams were considered the hardest in history, with many students leaving the exam venue in tears. English would naturally not be a simple subject either.
Viola managed to say it was alright with only two simple words.
Hearing this, Matthew Green continued, “As the first student to leave the examination room, do you think the English questions this year were difficult? Is there any question that left a particularly deep impression on you?”
“So, are the questions difficult this year?” the reporter asked again.
She still had that indifferent look, as if she didn’t care about anything, “It’s alright.”
Again, those arrogant two words.
Matthew Green believed that she submitted her paper early to attract attention, so he simply stopped asking questions and gave her a smile, “Thank you for your cooperation.”
Packing up his microphone, Matthew Green continued to watch the exam venue, waiting for other students.
After Viola left, another junior reporter beside Matthew Green said, “Damn! That candidate just now was so beautiful!”
“Her appearance is indeed remarkable!”
She was even better looking than the celebrities they’d seen.
The junior reporter continued, “Hey, Matthew, have you heard?”
“Heard what?” Matthew Green asked.
“River City’s top female student is also at this school.”
Upon hearing this, Matthew Green became interested and immediately asked, “Really?”
Although the Thompson Clan had just been involved in a scandal, Elizabeth Thompson’s title of “first female student” was still very attractive.
If Elizabeth could get the top provincial score, she might even be able to redeem herself.
After all, there’s only one top scorer every year, and the College Entrance Examination is an equal opportunity test with no chance of cheating.
The junior reporter nodded.
As soon as his words fell, he continued, “I heard that Elizabeth’s nickname in her class is the ‘top scorer.’ We must interview her later.”
Only with Elizabeth could they ask questions of better value.
The girl just now was only beautiful, and it seemed like she had nothing else going for her.
Matthew Green then asked, “Do you know Elizabeth?”
The junior reporter nodded, “Of course! Remember to think of me next time you need a favor, Matthew!”
Viola walked over to Mary Perryne.
Mrs. Thompson was chatting with a lady her age.
Hearing Viola’s voice, she immediately turned around and smiled, “Look, this is my granddaughter!”
The old lady immediately praised, “Your granddaughter is so beautiful!”
Mrs. Thompson’s face lit up with pride, “Just average.”
Although her mouth said “average,” if she had a tail, it would’ve been wagging high in the sky by this point.
Mrs. Thompson’s attitude immediately caused dissatisfaction from the old lady’s daughter-in-law, “Mom, don’t talk to her. Look at her! She’s so full of herself just because her granddaughter is a bit prettier!”
The old woman glanced at her daughter-in-law, “Don’t be jealous just because you can’t have grapes. If I had a granddaughter as beautiful as her, I’d be even prouder! You didn’t want to have a second child back then. Now you’re jealous?”