Chapter 645: Why Her Again?

Some leaned forward; others raised their phones to record. It wasn’t just another contestant anymore, it was her.

Everyone had been waiting for this one.

On the judges’ panel, Chinyere immediately adjusted her glasses, a small, knowing smile forming on her face. "This should be interesting," she murmured to Hannah.

Hannah nodded slowly, folding her hands together. "I’ve watched all her exams so far. She always surprises me. Her thinking isn’t just sharp, it’s... different."

Clifford leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Strategy, hmm? Let’s see if her reputation holds up."

The camera feeds online flickered with activity. Comments flooded in from watchers across the academy and beyond:

@mylifemyrules: Finally! The White Princess is up!

@ifitsnoturgentleaveit: This is the one I’ve been waiting for.

@dontlookatme: Bet she outsmarts everyone again!

@Whitefamilyno.1fan: Team Nnenna, let’s go!

Up in the audience, her family from Prigrian sat in quiet pride. King White’s calm, composed demeanor didn’t hide the faint gleam of pride in his eyes. Queen White clasped her hands together, whispering a brief prayer under her breath.

Beside them, Ava smiled softly, her expression a blend of affection and fierce confidence "Don’t worry Mom. She’s ready for this."

Arthur sat straighter as his student stepped into the spotlight. His expression didn’t change much, but those who knew him well could see the faintest shift, the quiet, unspoken trust in his eyes.

Carl whistled under his breath. "Show them what you’ve got, Nnenna."

"Let’s see the evidence of the past few months." Darius whispered his eyes not leaving the stage.

Down in the lower stands, George, sitting a few seats away from Linda, tried to maintain a neutral expression, but there was a flicker in his gaze, the kind that betrayed both curiosity and something more personal. After Linda’s stunning performance, all eyes were on him too.

And then she appeared.

Nnenna walked up to the stage with calm, deliberate steps. Her posture was straight, confident but not arrogant.

She paused for a moment, scanning the audience. Her gaze traveled through the hall, absorbing every flicker of light, every expectant face, until her eyes met those who mattered most.

Her adopted parents, King and Queen White. Ava. Arthur. Carl. Darius. George.

Each face carried a different meaning. Support. Trust. Challenge. History.

The air thickened with anticipation as the MC turned to the panel.

"Judges ready?"

"Ready," they replied in unison.

the MC declared, "you

the next question appeared in bold white letters. The moment it did, the

wasn’t just

distance, students of Strategy in the audience could tell it

master’s degree level material, something

through

"Wait... what?" someone whispered.

fair, why’s hers

mix

the judges exchanged uneasy

read the question again. "That’s... advanced," he muttered. "This wasn’t on the approved difficulty

to Chinyere. "Was this intentional?

gaze fixed on the stage. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone was

camera drones caught

a Master’s level scenario. They’re setting

right, she’s still Year

But it’s Miss White... she might actually pull it

at the center of the stage, her expression flickering for the briefest second. Her brows knit together as she read the problem, an advanced situational analysis

She could tell.

This wasn’t normal.

wanted her to

his fingers tightening on his armrest. "That’s

Nnenna," she said

lip. "They’re testing her beyond the limit...

darkened slightly, though his

turned to

replied slowly, "but I don’t think I should. I believe she’ll be

have to trust that she’s prepared for this."

behind a bored expression. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction. She knew exactly why the question was so hard,

handle that,

But Nnenna didn’t panic.

presence slowly began to silence them. She took a few long seconds, studying every aspect of the question, then closed her eyes briefly,

voices echoed in her

matters. It’ll always help you

eyes again, her gaze was clear.

outlining her understanding of the scenario before breaking it down into manageable

adjusted her tone to explain each reasoning layer, connecting moral logic to tactical foresight, leadership to human emotion. By the midpoint, the room was utterly silent. Even

doing

faintly. "No panic. No stumbles.

lips curved into a quiet, approving smile.

audience, King White exhaled slowly, some of the tension easing

hands tighter, her eyes glistening with quiet pride. Ava grinned,

guys." Carl replied with

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