The Queen They Buried

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The opening exam on the second day proceeded as scheduled.

This time, instead of grouping students by grades as usual, the school randomly assigned everyone to different exam rooms.

Aubree’s seat was tucked away in the far corner of the classroom, hardly noticeable. In front of her sat a bespectacled boy, exuding the unmistakable look of a science whiz.

As the bell rang, the last paper was collected, and the invigilator stood on the podium, announcing, “You can go home after the exam. Classes resume this afternoon, and the results will be out soon.”

The teachers at the school were efficient, usually releasing results by the afternoon of the exam day.

Aubree strolled at the back of the crowd. Just as she was about to leave the exam room, the glasses guy in front of her suddenly turned back and glared at her unfriendly.

Aubree was puzzled.

She didn’t remember knowing this guy.

The glasses guy didn’t say anything, just gave her a look before turning and leaving.

scores. The first class after lunch was a self-study session for the whole school. Some restless students had already

in Class 13 were also distracted, discussing

twin ponytails came running back, panting. “Someone

finished,

Bold move!” While asking, the speaker’s gaze had already shifted to

the answer didn’t

ponytail also looked towards Aubree. “After tallying the scores, the teachers found Aubree ranked 89th. Then they received an anonymous tip saying Aubree

recently broken, so there’s no solid evidence, but the person in front

in an uproar. “89th? I’ve been studying for three years and can’t do as well as someone who just came back after two years of art studies? If she didn’t copy from Magnus, I’ll eat my

grade to be sitting right in front of her,

that guy was named Magnus

which was a

She used to score nearly full marks.

her lack of panic. ‘Did she

Chapter 15

the office; the school has already

Aubree stood up and walked straight out, seemingly deaf to the

to herself, thinking that on the enrollment form, the family contact was Bryan’s number. ‘Would he really come to school? Probably just his assistant,