<b>Chapter </b><b>266</b>


    Watching those photographs, a bold idea suddenly struck her mind.


    What if Flora ended up in the same state?This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    With less than a week to the exams, the school had already let out. Teachers were in online groups, earnestly answering questions, hoping their students could score just a bit higher and change their destinies.


    Raul hadn’t been to the office recently, leaving everything to his trusted team. He spent every day <b>at </b>home, whipping up nutritious meals


    for Flora.


    Three days before the exams, the school asked the students toe back to collect their admission tickets..


    In ss Z, all the students sat together, a sense of mncholy hanging in the air. It wasn’t a standout ss, and there were all the past conflicts, but this separation might mean they’d never see each other again.


    Mr. Keaton, holding a stack of admission tickets, called out names one by one. Each student woulde up to collect their ticket and a stationery bag.


    “Your scores have been really steadytely. Just keep your cool during the tests, and you’ll do great. Getting into a top university shouldn’t be a problem.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Keaton.” A schrly–looking boy held his admission ticket, tears welling up in his eyes.


    “I don’t have high hopes for you. Just try to exceed your usual performance during the tests. Getting into a second–tier university would be good enough. Review the key points I sent you yesterday once more; ast–minute cram might still boost your scores a bit.*


    “Thanks, Mr. Keaton.” The ss’s most mischievous boy was unusually obedient at that moment.


    “Kaylee, your academic performance has always been excellent, so I won’tment on that.” Mr. Keaton handed the stationery bag and admission ticket to Kaylee, softly saying, “My biggest hope for you is to be a bit more courageous, more outgoing, and more assertive. You’ll find your life bing much more wonderful.”


    “Thank you.” Kaylee’s voice cracked with emotion.


    All the students were in tears. It was only at this moment they realized, the brief three years had truly passed. The ssmates who had been together day and night were about to part ways.


    “Flora, you-” Mr. Keaton looked at Flora, thought for a long time, but still couldn’t find the right words. This child was wless.


    *Just remember toe back and visit.” He sighed atst, his voice tinged with bitterness.


    “Okay.” Flora nodded, taking her stationery bag and admission ticket back to her seat.


    After all the admission tickets were handed out, Mr. Keaton reluctantly gazed at his students below.


    “ss, sometimes I may talk too much, which might annoy you, but it’s all because I want the best for you. Hard work pays off, and sesses to those who are diligent. I hope you all stay true to your initial aspirations and keep moving forward. Wishing you a bright future.”


    The students burst into tears, pping vigorously.


    At the door, a crowd of teachers, their eyes also red, wanted to say onest word to everyone.


    Mr. Keaton briefly spoke<i>, </i>then gave the floor to them.


    The first to enter was the English teacher, who, after going over several key points, said with reluctance, “As hard as it <b>is</b><b>, </b><b>it’s </b>time to say goodbye. I <i>hope </i><i>you </i>all be happy and kind–hearted people.”


    Next came Mr. Smith, still in his id shirt, his expression stern, “You might find me strict now, but when you get to college, you’ll miss my rigor.”


    Then the Spanish teacher came in, holding back tears, she reiterated a multitude of precautions, “Remember, after finishing multiple choice questions, make sure to shade in the answer sheet, and you write that essay! Any phrases you remember, just write them down. Every point can determine your future.”


    After all the teachers had spoken, the students were already in uncontroble tears.