Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 58
Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 58
I Could Teach You
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Elise shed a smile and said, “I’m Elise.”
Samantha gaped at her in astonishment. “Wait, you’re Elise?”
Elise nodded. “In the flesh.”
For a moment, Samantha could not recover from her daze. She thought about what Elise had said to
Amanda minutes ago, and only then did all the pieces click. “That exins why you put Amanda down
the way you did; if someone was badmouthing me to my face, I’d have pped them!”
Seeing how serious Samantha was amused Elise. She liked that Samantha was not the stereotypically
aloof heiress that one might expect, but she gave off the impression that she was kind and
approachable instead.
“By the way, Elise, I heard that Zachary Newman is here at the boot camp, too. Having the both of you
here is like waiting for a legendary showdown to happen! I can’t wait to see which of you will emerge
victorious at the end of the boot camp!”
This was the second time Zachary’s name was brought up in Elise’s presence. She figured he must be
some kind of math whiz for everyone to praise him behind his back.
Presently, Elise and Samantha came to a stop at the ssroom doorway, whereupon they saw that the
room was filled to the brim with other boot camp participants. Their arrival instantly caught the room’s
attention, though everyone’s gazes lingered on Samantha the longest. After all, it was hard for a fine-
looking girl like her to keep from standing out in a crowd.
“Excuse me,” one of the boys piped up boldly, addressing Samantha. “You can sit next to me if you’d
like.”
However, his invitation was swiftly rebuffed when Samantha, having taken one nce at the vacant
seat next to him, said apologetically, “Sorry, but I’m going to sit with my friend.”
With that, she pulled Elise over to thest row of seats and dered, “Let’s sit here, Elise.”
Elise did not object to this. She had only just sat down when her phone beeped in her pocket, and she
fished it out to see that there was a new message from Jamie, which read, ‘Hey, Boss. Heard that
you’ve gone into istion or something. Send me your location, and I’ll bring goodies for you some
other day.’
You fuss over me too much, Jamie, Elise thought with a rueful smile. A few taps on the screenter,
she sent her location.
Once that was done, she kept her phone just as a middle-aged man appeared at the ssroom
entryway. He was holding a thermos sk as he walked in, and a hush descended upon the room as
everyone registered his presence.
“Good day, everyone. Wee to the Mathematics Olympiad Boot Camp. I’m Henry Bolton, and you
may address me as Mr. Bolton. I’ll be in charge of your studies for the next half a month, and as we
kick off this boot camp, let’s hope that all of you will give it your best for as long as you’re here. Now, in
order to keep everyone from getting distracted during camp, please hand over your phones.”
Upon hearing this, Samantha immediately grew reluctant. She had initially hoped that she could y a
game or two that evening, but now that she was going to surrender her phone, she might very well die
of boredom before tomorrow. Dread filled her as she groaned. “Do we really have to hand over our
phones?”
Elise, on the other hand, was unfazed by this. She didn’t think having a phone would make a difference
to her boot camp experience. When the student in charge of collecting everyone’s phones reached
their row, Elise handed her phone over without protest.
“I’ll keep an eye on your phones throughout this boot camp. Should any of you have an urgent call to
make,e see me privately,” Mr. Bolton announced. “Seeing as today’s the first day, I’ve prepared a
set of exercises for all of you to get a feel of what this camp is all about. Think of it as an entry test,
something that will ease you all into this boot camp experience.”
The ssroom was charged with frenzied energy when everyone heard this. Those who were gathered
here for the Mathematics Olympiad Boot Camp were mathletes in their own right, and a test was
exactly what they needed to prove how strong they were.
Before long, Mr. Bolton passed the exercises down each row, and silence filled the room as everyone
set themselves to work. When Elise got her papers, she perused each page fervently and found that
almost all the questions were doable, though thest one was tricky.
Picking up her pen, she began writing down her workings and answers.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bolton was observing the students on the other side of the door when another teacher
came down the hallway and asked good-naturedly, “Hey, Henry. Giving the kids a test run?”
Mr. Bolton grinned as he exined, “I figured I should see how well they cope right off the bat.”
“I heard that one of the students here got full marks in the City Mathematics Olympiad. That’s potential
right there.”
Mr. Bolton had already gotten wind of this, but he admittedly had higher regards for another student—
one of his own, no less—by the name of Zachary.
“Like you said, I’m giving these kids a test run. It’s the only way for us to pick out the cream of the
crop,” Mr. Bolton pointed out with a long sigh. There had been a make-or-break question from the
National Mathematics Olympiadst year, and no student had cracked it to date. Having deliberately
put it to the test today, Mr. Bolton hoped that a hard blow would knock some self-awareness into these
kids.
“Well, guess I’ll be waiting for your good news, Henry,” the other teacher quipped humorously before
walking away.
The two-hour test was over in a blink of an eye, and everyone looked defeated as they handed in their
papers.
“Thest question got me beat; I couldn’te up with an answer at all.”
“Me, too. I couldn’t even understand the question, let alone work on it. I dread to think about how I did
on the test.” A couple of students huddled together toment over the paper, and the boy who spoke
first nced over at Zachary, who sat not too far away. “Hey, Zach, what do you think of the paper?”
Zachary pursed his lips and answered inly, “I gave it my best shot.”
The boy couldn’t hide his surprise at this. “Humility bes you, Zach. Anyway, did you manage to
crack thest question? What was the answer?”
At the mention of this, Zachary frowned and confessed stoically, “I got one-half multiplied by the square
root of three for the first sub-question, but that’s about it.”
“Damn, if the first sub-question was all you managed to crack, then what hope is there left for the rest
of us?”
Zachary offered no response to this. His own strength in terms of math olympiads had been reflected
through this test, and he was painfully aware of how much more work he had to put in for the rest of the
boot camp.
Toward the back of the ssroom, Samantha was dejected as she whined, “Elise, thest question
was ridiculous! I’m probably going to flunk math camp.” She never wanted to join this boot camp in the
first ce, and she had told her parents as much. But they had been so resolute that they would rather
make backdoor deals than have her not join the camp at all. Now that she realized how challenging
math olympiads were, she wanted to pack up and go home.
Just then, Elise offered kindly, “I could teach you how to solve the problems if you’d like.”
All thoughts of abandoning camp were struck out of Samantha’s mind; it was as if Elise had turned into
her saving grace. “Really?” Delighted, she practically pounced on Elise, wrapping her arms around the
girl’s neck as she eximed, “That would be amazing! I love you, Elise!”
Somewhat taken aback by the sudden disy of affection, Elise said, “Okay, you can let me go now.”
Samantha chuckled and released her. “Come on, let’s go back to the dorm so you can teach me math.”
They sauntered back toward the dormitories and found that their final roommate had arrived as well.
“Hi, I’m Riley Bolton.”
“I’m Samantha Greene. Pleasure to meet you,” Samantha greeted brightly.
Elise introduced herself with a smile. “And I’m Elise Sinir. Wee to Dorm 503.”
Riley was in disbelief when she heard Elise’s name and btedly asked, “You’re Elise Sinir? As in,
the same Elise Sinir who got full marks in the City Mathematics Olympiad?”