Chapter 1029

In the bustling halls of Maple Grove University, a storm was brewing in Mr. Blake's office.

"Mr. Blake, I need to know why my internship grade is a 59!" Cynthia burst in, bypassing any formalities like knocking, and smacked a heap of papers onto his desk. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, reminiscent of a puffed-up steamed bun.

At Maple Grove University, grades were a mix of internship, participation, and assignment scores, with internships making up a hefty forty percent. For the first-year med students, this meant crafting a medical paper on a specified topic. Unfortunately for Cynthia, Mr. Blake was the one overseeing this year's assessments.

He was notorious for wielding his power over who passed and who didn't. Cynthia had worried he'd mark her down out of spite, and it seemed her fears were justified. A 59-just one point shy of passing-felt more like a calculated jab than an evaluation.

Mr. Blake, deep in the throes of grading, glanced up with evident irritation. His eyes held nothing but disdain as they met Cynthia's fiery gaze. "A university student should know better than to barge in unannounced. And yelling at your professor? Truly lacking in manners," he sneered. "Such poor upbringing."

fail. If you didn't make the cut, perhaps you should take

room with a laugh. "If Cynthia's work is trash,

Blake's façe

of Ellie. After

on Cynthia and Ellie's backgrounds. Cynthia was an easy target with her modest family

Blake snapped, though he didn't dare to challenge Ellie outright. Her presence

giving Cynthia a hard time," Ellie said, standing firmly beside Cynthia. "You're jealous of Flora-jealous that she's achieved so

thirties."

Ellie continued, "In both academics and character, you're not even a shadow of Flora. Comparing you to her is an insult to her." "Shut up!" Mr. Blake roared, slamming his hand on the

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