Beverly smiled helplessly, then turned to Nathan.
"She’s acting disrespectfully, but she really does admire and adore you. She has often envied your disciples at ho, wishing she could receive your guidance."
"Hahaha, I’m flattered." Nathan was embarrassed by the complints.
On the other side.
As soon as Mr. Eugene stepped out of the coffee shop, he sent a ssage to Rose.
This ti, it was his 60th birthday, and he planned to celebrate it in a big way.
Perhaps fearing Rose wouldn’t show, Mr. Eugene added:
[If you don’t co, I’ll never spoil you again. I’ll be so mad, so mad that a few sweet words won’t cool down. I’m telling you, the consequences are severe.]
At that ti, Rose arrived at Sumrfield University’s South Hall. A few girls couldn’t help but say,
"Look, Sumrfield University’s South Hall is even grander than the North Hall — much better looking than our shabby Hall."
"Don’t lose our morale by admiring others. What’s the big deal about a grand hall? Having outstanding students is what really matters."
"Exactly, we must bring glory to Westerly University today!"
"Rose!"
At that mont, Joyce and Mya saw Rose, and they rushed over to hold her hand.
"We’ve been waiting for you, and it’s our turn next! So nervous!"
For so reason, seeing Rose made them feel suddenly at ease.
At that ti, Andrew also noticed them. He stood up and walked toward them, not forgetting to comfort the students behind Rose.
"It’s okay, just do your best. You don’t always have to be number one."
The students looked puzzled, seemingly not sure what Andrew was talking about.
"You guys spent so long there... were you crying?"
So Rose spent a good deal of ti comforting them.
Andrew was well aware of Westerly University’s level of talent.
They probably lost and were crying.
"You haven’t disgraced Westerly University, don’t bla yourselves."
As soon as Andrew’s words fell, a short-haired girl said,
"Andrew, we didn’t disgrace Westerly University. On the contrary, Rose really showed up at the other schools today! Especially Sumrfield University — their faces turned green!"
"Let tell it!" A girl with a ponytail jumped in.
"Alma, who thinks she’s unbeatable at violin, was praised by all the judges. Suddenly, she challenged Rose to co on stage. After Rose went up, her violin skills were simply crushing everyone there. The judges couldn’t stop praising Rose, and they were fighting to take her as a student, hoping she would participate in the international violin competition and bring glory to our country!"
Andrew and his team of elite students were dumbfounded.
Especially Mya and Joyce. They had known Rose for such a long ti and didn’t know Rose could play the violin.
"Also, Alma lost, wasn’t convinced, and challenged Rose to a ga of chess in private. Guess who showed up? It was Mr. Eugene!! The internationally famous chess master, one of the three titans of the chess world — Mr. Eugene, personally ca to the backstage of Sumrfield University just to play a ga of chess with Rose!"
Everyone’s eyes widened again in disbelief. Did Rosemary know how to play chess?
"Bet you didn’t see that one coming. Rosemary beat Mr. Eugene. Then, those people from Sumrfield College and other universities accused Rosemary of cheating. They even said she cheated her way into her college entrance exam scores. But guess what? Mr. Eugene himself stepped in, saying Rosemary was his protégé and had been for over a decade. He even suggested she take up his mantle."
Andrew, Joyce, Mya, and the others were stunned again.
Rosemary was incredible.
She was a dark horse indeed.
Then, the stage emcee called for Mya, Joyce, Jane, and Rose to co up on stage.
They were representing Westerly College’s dical team, and they were to challenge Sumrfield College’s dical team. The crowd was buzzing with excitent.
"Rose, Westerly College prides itself on its dical program. If we lose, we’ll be a disgrace to Westerly."
"Don’t overthink it. Just give it your best shot," Rosemary encouraged. "You’re here now, don’t leave with regrets."
The four nodded, a little weak-kneed as they headed up to the stage.
The first round was a dical knowledge quiz conducted in a rapid-fire question-and-answer style.
"Please list the causes of death."
A mber of Sumrfield College’s team was quick to hit the buzzer and answer, "chanical damage, asphyxiation, electric shock, poisoning."
Mya and Joyce looked anxious.
"What are the criteria for determining a critically ill patient?"
Just as Mya was about to hit the buzzer, soone from Sumrfield College beat her to it. "Patients with cardiac arrest, respiratory and cardiac failure, acute liver and kidney function failure."
Seeing them go on and on, the mbers of Westerly College’s dical team grew anxious.
"What is the first choice of drug for the rescue of anaphylactic shock?"
mbers from both Sumrfield College and Westerly College hit the buzzer almost simultaneously.
Sumrfield College was a split-second quicker. "Adrenaline."
The mbers of Westerly College’s team were getting frustrated!
For the second round, the teams were tasked with helping a patient with a stomach ailnt recover in the shortest ti possible.
Sumrfield College’s team prescribed dicine, which worked fast and had a potent effect.
Westerly College’s team focused on nurturing and protecting the stomach, with a longer treatnt ti and a milder effect.
"After three rounds, Westerly College has already lost two. There’s no need to continue with the third round," one of the mbers from Sumrfield College’s team taunted. "You might as well change your na to ’Scrap College.’ You’re no match for us every year."
"It seems like Westerly College didn’t have anyone competent. Sending a couple of dical freshn to compete with us."
"I think the Western dicine students from Westerly College didn’t dare to co. Afraid of being trounced."
The people on stage laughed uproariously, the audience joined in, and only the mbers of Westerly College clenched their fists in defiance, unwilling to accept their defeat.
"Our real ace in the hole from Westerly College hasn’t even shown up yet!" Mavis retorted angrily.
"Oh, you’re talking about the straight-A student Rosemary? I heard she’s here. Why not have her co on stage and compete?"
Bringing out Westerly College’s best and crushing her would be the ultimate slap in the face for them.
The four from Westerly College turned their gaze to Rosemary in the crowd, unsure if that would be a disaster or an opportunity for Westerly College.
Rosemary feared the upcoming competition would be sothing she wasn’t quite adept at.
At that mont, Rosemary sat in the audience, watching the unfolding drama with a playful smile on her face. She wondered why so many people seed to be in a rush to get their pride hurt today.
Suddenly, she stood up, walking confidently towards the stage.
The students from Sumrfield College paused, then sneered, "I heard the straight-A prodigy often skips class. And she dares to challenge us? Seems like Westerly College has run out of talented students."
Rosemary walked onto the stage. Her calm eyes flickered with confidence.
"Classes are for those who need them. And I do not."
"Ha, big talk for a beginner. Don’t cry when you lose later." The Sumrfield College students didn’t take her seriously. To them, how could soone who often skipped classes possibly outdo them?
They were the ones who studied deep into the night, promising to make a na for themselves in the dical field.
When Rosemary was skipping class, they were absorbing dical knowledge!
They had long since left Rosemary in the dust!
The students from Westerly College couldn’t help but shout:
"She’s too arrogant! Rosemary, show them who’s boss!"
"Teach them there’s always a bigger fish."
"Rosemary, crush them!!"
Although the support for Rosemary was sporadic, she could still feel the trust and encouragent of her college mates.
Andrew, watching from the crowd, thought to himself that although Rosemary often skipped classes, he frequently saw her entering and leaving the school lab, and sotis President Barton would join her.
They must have been conducting experints, right?
Even if Rosemary didn’t have a solid dical foundation, with the number of tis she visited the lab, she must have learned sothing from President Barton, right?
At least she wouldn’t embarrass herself too much, right?
At that mont, a Westerly College professor hurriedly called President Barton.
"President Barton, Rosemary is on stage to compete."
"Really?" The old man sounded visibly thrilled. "I knew Sumrfield College couldn’t keep calm. They are so arrogant when they see our straight-A prodigy. As long as my girl shows on the stage, next year, we will have many students flocking to our school. Westerly College will be bustling!"
The Westerly College professor was puzzled. He rarely saw Rosemary at school.
How could President Barton be so certain of the abilities of soone who often skipped classes?
And how did he know she would accept the challenge?
"Rember to tell our procurent departnt to order more beds, desks, and chairs to prepare for next year’s enrollnt. Westerly College is going to be the talk of the town!" President Barton chuckled before hanging up. "These youngsters can’t keep their cool. Let my girl teach them a lesson."
At that point, the leader of the Sumrfield College team looked at Rosemary with arrogance.
"I heard you study neurology. What do you want to compete in?"
Rosemary replied calmly, "Let’s compete in what you’re good at."
"What we’re good at?" The Sumrfield College captain was taken aback. "Huh, the straight-A prodigy is indeed arrogant. We excel in dissection!"
Although first-year students at Sumrfield College hadn’t had the chance to practice dissection, they had all privately studied under renowned teachers, putting them above average students.
They didn’t believe that a first-year student from the neurology major of Westerly College could perform a dissection!
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