Chapter 116
The exam proctor strode into the room, delivering the test papers with an efficiency that spoke of years
of experience.
It was English Literature in the morning. Mirabe stared at her paper with a sense of dread. Of all the
subjects, English was her least favorite. The sight of those densely packed words always dragged her
back to her childhood, to the days when the old sticklers of her family tormented her. Those dusty
tomes of Shakespeare and Chaucer were the stuff of her childhood nightmares.
Ever since she arrived in this new body, she’d had an innate aversion to English, leading to an
unsurprising neglect of the subject.
With a silent sigh and resistance coursing through her veins, Mirabe picked up her pen and began to
write at a snail’s pace. When it was time to hand in her paper, it lookedplete, but as for uracy…
that was anyone’s guess.
The afternoon brought Mathematics, which was much more Mirabe’s speed. Effortless and
straightforward, it hardly required a thought. Having learned her lesson from a previous deduction for
answering beyond the sybus, she was careful not to repeat the mistake.
Post–exam, everyone in ss was flipping through textbooks, trying to estimate their scores.
“Queen Mira, don’t you think today’s math test was brutal?” Jenna asked, her face downcast after
calcting she’d barely scraped through. But as soon as she’d posed the question, she regretted it.
After all, she was speaking to the nationalpetition’s reigning champ–wasn’t this just asking for
trouble?
Mirabe cocked her head, letting out a rare, long sigh, “I found English to be the real difficult
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Jenna was floored. “Am I hallucinating? Did I just hear you use the word ‘difficult?“” Not just the use of
the word ‘difficult,‘ but with an emphasis.
“I may be top–notch, but that doesn’t mean I’m omnipotent,” Mirabe replied with a yful flutter of
her eyshes, her tone infuriatingly nonchnt.
Jenna clutched her chest, feeling the sting of another ego blow. “Isn’t English the easiest, though?”
Jenna quickly steered the conversation back to safer waters.
Mirabe shook her head, her frustration evident. “For me, it’s the toughest.”
Sensing her sincere distress, Jenna realized she’d stumbled upon a bombshell. “So, what do you think
you scored in English?”
“I finished all the questions, but whether I pass will be a matter of luck,” Mirabe mused, resting her
chin on her hand, the image of despondency. She missed the simplicity of the BrainSpark Nationals–it
was so straightforwardpared to the hair–pullingplexity of English.
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Jenna’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, “Queen Mira, don’t tell me you’ve got a weak subject!”
Mirabe gave her a sidelong nce. “Doesn’t every normal student have at least one?”
“That’s true, but since when are you a normal student?” Jenna’s question was a piercing one. With two
nationalpetition victories under her belt, Mirabe was anything but average.
Yawning, Mirabe pulled her English textbook from her desk. “I know you’re just jealous of my
brilliance.”
Jenna’s smile twitched, her eyes rolling as she suddenly shed a mischievous grin, her voiceced
with schadenfreude. “Imagine if you fail English, what will happen to your ranking this month… Oh, the
horror!”
Mirabe raised an eyebrow. “Jenna, you seem to be taking far too much pleasure in this.”
Jenna cleared her throat, quickly masking her glee with a serious fa?ade. “Not at all. I’m just eager to
get the exams over with and see the results.”
Mirabe chuckled lightly, a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Hey, wanna hit the mall after school?” Jenna touched her nose, swiftly changing the subject.
Mirabe shook her head, declining softly, “No, I’ve got some personal matters to attend to.”
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Jenna didn’t press further and settled back into her seat.