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Chapter 207

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.”

at heart. I would never engage

seems like such a good boy. Are

saw Stanley being held

Stanley bragging about how he was in a firefight at

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

noticed his gaze and fell silent for a

school, he had a conflict with

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be here, so can I. Zebulon straightened his back, relying on the fact that he

made him a little uneasy. “Hey, Joseph, you can’t hold a grudge over a box of candy. Hey, what do

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

eyes round and bright. “Joseph, I’m here

shocked to find

hand. “What are you doing here? You went to the amusement park with Zebulon? Are you two

this glass of milk is for you. You still look

Larry. They said too many head pats can stunt my growth. Can you

guys from the Briarwood University Young Scholars Program. They fed her,

Stanley said, giving Zebulon a look. “The

Stanley, that’s not entirely true,” Larry said, leaning in toward Quinlyn. “Now that Quinlyn controls that oil field the Hills dug up and sits on the same board as us,

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

choked on their drinks. None of them would back down, but they kept feeding Quinlyn, their

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

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lively dinner, the group decided to head to a karaoke place.

try. They even picked out songs just for her when they got into the private room. But after flipping through the song list, Quinlyn only recognized one kids‘ song. And when she sang, she

Quinlyn,” Stanley laughed so hard that he

She tried a few more times before the song ended, then pursed

to her seat.