The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 64

The screen of Delilah’s smartphone was soon flooded with information about the BrainSpark Nationals. With a chuckle, Delilah thought to herself that her daughter’s competition seemed quite the buzz, popping up with so many explanations at just one search.

But her smile slowly solidified into a frown. Hadn’t her daughter described it as a dull competition with no cash prizet What was all this about city–level preliminaries, provincial competitions, national and even international tiers? And with Riverdale’s top high schools collaborating with the Education Association no less? How could this be called a dull competition?

A guaranteed admission spot to the prestigious Prestige College? It might not be a cash prize, but it certainly held more clout, didn’t it?

Delilah was bewildered, beginning to suspect that the competition she found online was not the same one her daughter had been talking about. So, she reopened the browser and searched again.

The BrainSpark Nationals were divided into several tiers, starting with city–level preliminaries, moving on to province. then national, and finally the top five students nationally would represent the country in the international contest.

This competition wasn’t confined to a single subject, making the difficulty quite substantial. After all, students who specialized in sciences tended to be weaker in the humanities, and vice versa.

there was a preliminary exam set by the provincial Education Association. Only

who had registered would

to the regular class

around

set for the morning, and Mirabella, holding the test number given to her by her homeroom teacher,

rooms, with Mirabella assigned to the second. Her two male classmates from the experimental class were

in the second room. She’s the campus queen, a straight–A student and a budding pop star, so naturally drew the gaze of

of the participants who signed up for the competition were boys, with the proportion of girls being less than one–third. Coincidentally, in the

hand. When Summer walked in, Mirabella didn’t even glance up, as if lost in

the warm, gentle smile that made her the quintessential girl–next–door in the eyes of her male peers – polsed,

or the new girl?” one