Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 943
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 943
Thankfully, Sharon was familiar withpetitions like this and she did well enough in her curriculum to
participate in thepetition.
As the school paid extra attention to thepetition this year, they elected Dn to return to train the
entrants.
The training was being held in the school conference room.
Upon checking the name list, he noticed that there was a student missing. He then turned to Sharon,
whom he knew was close to J. “Miss Nathan, is Miss Jackson really not joining thepetition this
year?”
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Sharon sighed at his question. She also knew that it was a shame for J to miss out on the event.
“We have tried to talk her into it, but she has said no each single time. We can’t change her mind about
this.”
“Well then, I suppose we should get started.” Dn sounded helpless and his shoulders sagged ever
so slightly in defeat. He did not have much hope for thepetition this year if the top schr was
going to give it a miss. If the rumors were true that someone from the Rocher Family in Yobril would be
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participating in thepetition, he despaired even more at that thought.
He pressed his lips into a grim line. What in the world is J so scared of?
After an hour’s worth of training, Sharon emerged from the conference room with an exhausted
expression.
She had to admit that the training was tougher than she had expected.
Sharon dragged her feet on her way back to the medical school.
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When J saw Sharon walking toward them with her head bowed in defeat, she could not help but
ask, “What’s wrong?”
Sharon ced her notes on the table and wearily sighed. “I don’t even know where to begin. If I can’t
even make it through the training, how in the world am I going to survive thepetition?”
Upon hearing that, Abby immediately patted her chest in relief. “Thank goodness I didn’t sign up for it.”
She was certain that if she did, she would emerge asst in thepetition.
J, on the other hand, took up the notes on the table and perused them. There was a pause before
her lips curved upward with the beginnings of a smile and she said in an amused tone, “It’s not as hard
as it looks.”
“It isn’t?” Sharon frowned. “J, Professor Fontaine is the one who came up with these questions and
all of them are at the SSS-level.”
In medicine, the papers were always divided into three levels—S-level, SS-level and SSS-level.
If one did not have a deep knowledge of medicine, there was no way for them to solve even a single
question on an advanced paper.
On the contrary, J has breezily imed that the questions are not as hard as they looked. Sharon
wondered whether she was hallucinating.
J’s gaze was fixed on the notes and the smile was still fixed on her lips when she spoke, “The
questions are more or less the same. I can answer the first one for you and you should be able to
handle the rest.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the three other girls gaped at her in astonishment. After what felt
like a long while, Sharon recovered from her initial shock and she slid the notes over to J. Then,
she responded, “Go ahead then.”
J nodded. Without another word, she took her pen and began working on the first question.
There was something entrancing about her serious disposition as she wrote with her head down; her
delicate jawline was further entuated with her hair pulled back into a ponytail.
After a while, J looked up and handed the notes back to Sharon. She inly said, “Take a look.”
Sharon chewed on her pen. If I can’t even figure out the answers on my own, how am I able to know
whether J’s answers are the right ones?
“I’m waiting.”
Abbyughed at that and took out her phone. “I’ll check the answers for you.”
After keying in the question and reading the answer on Wikipedia, she froze. She blinked and
things up.
No longer able to suppress her curiosity, Summer edged forward and demanded urgently, “Well?”
Abby stiffened. A few secondster, she eximed in a daze, “The answers are correct.”
“What the hell? Let me take a look!” Sharon snatched Abby’s phone and read the words on the screen.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “How do you know all of this, J?”
It was a SSS-level question penned by Professor Fontaine himself—how could J solve it without
even breaking a sweat?
However, she appeared unfazed as she answered tly, “I’ve studied something like this before. It’s
simple, really.”
“Simple?!” The three girls looked at her incredulously.