Chapter 538


    Mirabe had barely finished testing Vincent a “Haven’t checked yet when she looked up and rattled off


    her registration number to Jenna


    Jenna punched in the digits with deliberate care and hit the search button. The webpage took its sweet


    time to load before revealing the


    First session: 120 points. Second session: 180 points. Total score: 300 points. City rank: 1st.


    Even ustomed to Mirabe’s freakish brilliance, Jenna felt a surreal haze descend upon her as she


    gazed at the scores.


    The first session was tough, sure, but the second? How on earth did this wiz nall a perfect score?


    Jenna held onto her phone, stunned, before finally swiveling her gaze to the eve teetering on the brink


    of her tongue, but then she mped it shut. Better not to


    Sensing Jenna’s hesitation, Mirabe arched an eyebrow. “Got it?”


    Jenna nodded: “Perfect score. Top of the city.”


    nosed Mirabe. Her mouth opened, questions


    some questions just served to crush spirits.


    Mirabe showed no sign of surprise; instead, she calmly diverted her attention back to her phone and


    typed a message to Vincent. [300]


    Vincent replied: [Legend. I bow to you. Now, be a pal and send me the breakdown of thatst beast of


    a problem on the second session’s test?]


    Vincent closed Messenger, his eyes flicking back to the league score page. His own score read 285–


    second ce in the city.


    He wasn’t one to wallow in defeat, not even when chasing the elusive Queen Mira.


    Phone off, Vincent returned to reality just as his desk–mate sauntered back from the restroom. The guy


    dropped into his seat and looked over “So, what did you rake in on the test?”


    Vincent, momentarily lost in thought, shared his score.


    A thumbs–up rocketed his way. “Vincent, you yed it! I sneaked a peek at mine while in the john–just


    scraped 200


    Vincent offered a supportive pat on his buddy’s shoulder, but his thoughts took another turn. “You know


    someone from Eagle High, right?”


    “Uh–huh, what about them?” The desk–mate seemed poised to inquire about Vincent’s rank but got


    sidetracked.


    “They threw down the gauntlet with usst week, remember? Could you find out Jack’s score for me?”


    While the city and state rankings were out, national standings were still under wraps. Though Mira aced


    it with a wless score, Vincent’s curiosity about Jack’s performance lingered.


    The desk–mate whipped out his phone. “On it. But Jack’s a math demon; he’s probably clinched the


    national top spot again.” Chatting while texting, he didn’t imply that Vincent couldn’t match Jack–just


    that Jack was a known powerhouse with a trophy case to prove it.


    Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “We’ll see about that.”


    Before Mira entered the picture, Vincent might’ve agreed. But now, every contender seemed like a


    small fry.


    N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    His desk–mate tapped out a message on Messenger, then looked up with a quizzical expression.


    “What do you mean ‘we’ll see?’ And hey, with your score, you’re a shoo–in for city champ, right?”


    The test had been brutal, especially those four monstrosities on the second session that seemed


    designed for superhumans–even the math teachers admitted that scoring over a hundred was nothing


    short of miraculous.