They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 517: Suicidal Guts

"Relax," she said quietly, but firmly. "She is going to fail. These exams aren’t easy. And if her second major really is martial arts, then she will fail that too. Especially with us in year three."

Her voice carried a quiet edge, full of pride and something darker.

But behind all that, neither of them could shake the gnawing question...

What if she did not fail?

"No one can possibly master all four majors in just a few months," someone scoffed.

"Exactly," another added. "Her failure will start with her very first paper."

That seemed to settle it. Nicholas finally relaxed in his seat, his clenched fists loosening. Stephanie gave a slow nod, confident once more.

The rest of the class followed suit, exhaling like a tension string had finally snapped. It was true, she could not succeed. But even they had to admit... the courage to try was impressive.

"Still," someone muttered, "you have to respect the guts."

"Yeah... suicidal guts, but still."

Meanwhile, Elder Ben had already located Nnenna where she sat at the front. His wise old eyes lingered on her a second longer than necessary, not with scrutiny, but recognition.

He had heard of her. From Carl. From Somto. Even Elder Knox, her instructors... and Arthur.

Now he was seeing her in person, and something about her calm gaze struck him.

With a small, approving nod, he said aloud, firm, clear, and for the whole hall to hear

"Good luck, young lady."

His voice held no sarcasm. Just solid faith.

And for a moment, the entire class froze.

in her, even

been too quick

final words hanging in the

MBBS, the first true gatekeeper in the path of becoming a

just another test.

an Oral/Practical segment. Each portion would assess not just memory,

was the

Students sat two chairs apart, examiners patrolled like hawks. The first was Anatomy. Short answer questions,

each

Think. Don’t rush.

first semester. She had to learn two years of academic work in 6 months. It was a lot. She didn’t want to take any chances of losing marks

boy clicked his pen nervously. Another girl’s hand trembled so badly she

hand halfway through and whispered with panic, "Can I get another sheet? I—I

nodded solemnly, handing him

Next was Physiology.

heavy. Diagrams of muscle contraction, nerve conduction pathways, ECG interpretation. This was part of Carl’s territory. Part

felt like a conversation she had once had with Carl, his voice replaying in

happens to blood pressure when

of the hypothalamus in plain terms, Nnenna. Now simplify

smiled slightly, even as her

paper

the truly prepared. Pathways, diseases,

peak. You could feel it.

as she

forehead like the formulas would seep

mid way, begging for a

Nnenna... she didn’t

was hard. Brutal even. But she approached

who had quietly walked past her table twice, paused once more, just behind her. He didn’t say