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Zebulon received the news about the Briarwood University Young Scholars Program gathering this morning, but he had just gotten a notification from Glenn and had forgotten all about it.

This girl was an aerospace engineering major and was quite familiar with him. They often attended small classes together, and she had helped him sign in for many lectures.

“We haven’t started yet. Why don’t you join us?” the girl invited him.

Zebulon had just broken free from a really toxic crowd, and Viola seemed like a breath of fresh air. Plus, he remembered Quinlyn hadn’t eaten yet. “Sure, let’s go,” he said.

“This way,” the girl said, grabbing her camera from her car. “This is the first time, the whole Briarwood crew is together. Even the big three are here. We should take a group photo. I’m just worried those three won’t be into it…”

Zebulon was surprised. The Briarwood program was usually dominated by kids from their city, due to the educational

resources.

But this year was different. Three new kids had joined from the south. One was the heir to the country’s richest family, but he was no spoiled brat. He knew his stuff–human anatomy, mechanics, the works.

Another was a hacker who’d started a company and even joined a government agency. He was a bit of a troublemaker, but incredibly capable.

And then there was the third, a guaranteed admission student working with the Briarwood Research Center. He was a quick learner, picking up new skills faster than anyone else.

Zebulon himself had been considered an elite student and was no slouch among his peers, but after a month of competing with those three, he almost died from exhaustion.

It made him deeply question how people could be so rich and hardworking. So, he had asked for a few days off to recover.

But now, seeing Quinlyn’s eager face, he decided to use this as a chance to show her what real competition was like. He didn’t notice her grin. “Come on,” he said. “Let me show you what it means to be out of your league.”

The private room was on the first floor. As the door swung open, the room was alive with chatter and laughter. Dishes had just been laid out, and everyone was sipping sodas. These were teenagers, after all–they blended together quickly.

“Come on, Stanley. I bet you’re the type to smoke and drink in secret.”

boy at heart. I would never engage in those bad habits that could corrupt children. You might

No way, he seems like such a good boy. Are you sure you’re not thinking of Larry?”

aback when he saw Stanley

bragging about how he was in

Don’t blame me for your lack of experience. If you don’t believe me, ask Joseph.” Joseph, caught in the crossfire, was pulled to his feet.

fell silent for a

he had a conflict with Joseph, smashing a

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can I. Zebulon straightened his back, relying on the fact that he was a local.

him a little uneasy. “Hey, Joseph, you can’t hold a grudge over

finish, Joseph strode around the table and marched over, Zebulon braced for a fight, but Joseph just shouted past him, “Quinlyn, what are you

and bright. “Joseph, I’m here

shocked to find they knew

out and walked away, holding her hand. “What are you doing here? You went to

is for you. You still look so skinny. The Bronson family didn’t mistreat you,

They said too many head pats can stunt my

Quinlyn sat between Stanley, Joseph, and Larry–three of the most legendary guys from the Briarwood University Young Scholars Program. They fed her, ruffled her hair, and joked around. It felt surreal. “So… you guys know each

giving Zebulon a look. “The other two are just trying to get

toward Quinlyn. “Now that Quinlyn controls that oil field the Hills dug up and sits on

ever argued about was Quinlyn. And Joseph, ever the gentleman, was peeling shrimp for her with his slender fingers. “My family’s having a formal

would back down, but they kept feeding Quinlyn, their

supposed to join the Bronson family? He’d never voice

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to head to a karaoke place. Quinlyn had never been

give it a try. They even picked out songs just for her when they got into the private room. But after

good at, Quinlyn,” Stanley laughed so hard that he rolled on the

wasn’t discouraged, though. She tried a few more times before the song ended, then pursed her lips and went

to her seat.