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Chapter 58 I Could Teach You

Elise flashed a smile and said, “I’m Elise.”

Samantha gaped at her in astonishment. “Wait, you’re Elise?”

Elise nodded. “In the flesh.”

For a moment, Samantha could not recover from her daze. She thought about what Elise had said to Amanda minutes ago, and only then did all the pieces click. “That explains why you put Amanda down the way you did; if someone was badmouthing me to my face, I’d have slapped them!”

Seeing how serious Samantha was amused Elise. She liked that Samantha was not the stereotypically aloof heiress that one might expect, but she gave off the impression that she was kind and approachable instead.

“By the way, Elise, I heard that Zachary Newman is here at the boot camp, too. Having the both of you here is like waiting for a legendary showdown to happen! I can’t wait to see which of you will emerge victorious at the end of the boot camp!”

This was the second time Zachary’s name was brought up in Elise’s presence. She figured he must be some kind of math whiz for everyone to praise him behind his back.

Presently, Elise and Samantha came to a stop at the classroom doorway, whereupon they saw that the room was filled to the brim with other boot camp participants. Their arrival instantly caught the room’s attention, though everyone’s gazes lingered on Samantha the longest. After all, it was hard for a fine-looking girl like her to keep from standing out in a crowd.

“Excuse me,” one of the boys piped up boldly, addressing Samantha. “You can sit next to me if you’d like.”

However, his invitation was swiftly rebuffed when Samantha, having taken one glance at the vacant seat next to him, said apologetically, “Sorry, but I’m going to sit with my friend.”

With that, she pulled Elise over to the last row of seats and declared, “Let’s sit here, Elise.”

did not object to this. She had only just sat down when her phone beeped in her pocket, and she fished it out to see that there was a new message from

rueful smile. A few

appeared at the classroom entryway. He was holding a thermos flask as he walked in, and a hush descended upon the room as everyone registered

Camp. I’m Henry Bolton, and you may address me as Mr. Bolton. I’ll be in charge of your studies for the next half a month, and as we kick off this boot camp, let’s hope that all of you will give it your best for as long as

could play a game or two that evening, but now that she was going to surrender her phone, she might very well die of boredom before tomorrow. Dread

unfazed by this. She didn’t think having a phone would make a difference to her boot camp experience. When the student in charge of collecting everyone’s phones reached their row, Elise handed her phone

the first day, I’ve prepared a set of exercises for all of you to get a feel of what this camp is all about. Think

frenzied energy when everyone heard this. Those who were gathered here for the Mathematics Olympiad Boot Camp were mathletes in their own right, and a test was exactly what they needed to prove how

filled the room as everyone set themselves to work. When Elise got her papers, she perused each page fervently and found that almost all

her pen, she began writing down her workings and

of the door when another teacher came down the

figured I should see how well they

heard that one of the students here got full marks in the

this, but he admittedly had higher regards for another student—one of his

said, I’m giving these kids a test run. It’s the only way for us to pick out the cream of the crop,” Mr. Bolton pointed out with a long sigh. There had been a make-or-break question from the National Mathematics Olympiad

guess I’ll be waiting for your good news, Henry,” the

test was over in a blink of an eye, and everyone looked defeated as they handed in their

last question got me beat; I couldn’t come up with

alone work on it. I dread to think about how I did on the test.” A couple of students huddled together

pursed his lips and answered plainly, “I gave it