Chapter 371
So there Freya was, confined to the large lecture hall, navigating through her exams with just her left hand.
Thanks to the ointment Neil had given her the day before, Freya woke up feeling her hand had significantly improved. It was no lon stiff but rather more flexible.
All through the exam, Freya was heads down, deep in her work, while around her, everyone else seemed to be in a state of panic.
Word around was that the test had been revised, and everyone had assumed it would be made easier, but it turned out to be the complete opposite.
Many students were at a loss, staring blankly at their papers, while only a handful seemed to navigate through the questions with some degree of ease. Even Eloise, sitting all the way at the back, looked super stressed.
The questions were obscure, hardly resembling anything from the textbooks but rather focusing on practical insights, including several
mples from the current year that demanded personal analysis, significantly ramping up the difficulty.
The uniqueness of the questions, far from any known patterns, tested the students‘ creativity and quick thinking.
It took Eloise a while to get started, and even then, her progress was hesitant.
“Look at Freya, how is she writing so fast?” whispered a member of the student council incredulously, observing Freya from the front
row.
This comment disrupted Eloise’s concentration, and as her gaze shifted towards Freya, she indeed saw her writing furiously.
A single thought dominated Eloise’s mind: Impossible.
The questions were too novel, with no similar cases in the textbooks. This exam was a shot in the dark.
Yet, Freya seemed to write with divine guidance.
Could it be that Freya had access to the answers through some special means? There had to be a catch.
As time ticked by and the moment to hand in the papers approached, Eloise’s paper was still largely incomplete, including the last two major questions.
Looking up at Freya, Eloise noticed she had already stopped writing, not because she was stuck, but seemingly because she had finished early and was revising her answers.
When the invio finally called time, everyone reluctantly submitted their papers.
Freya, limping
The invigilator
slightly, handed hers over with difficulty.
initially giving it a cursory glance, found herself engrossed in Freya’s densely written answers, momentarily losing herself in the reading.
Snapping back to
cality, she remembered to call Freya back, astonished by the brilliance displayed on the paper. In her career, she
Couldn’t recall encountering such a gifted student.
Meanwhile, at The Sutton Group headquarters.
Kieran, glancing at the clock, noted the exam should be ending about now.
Jarrett was going over the year’s project plans when Kieran suddenly interrupted, “Call the principal.”
“Mr. Sutton, are you inquiring about Ms. Harwood’s performance?” Jarrett asked.
“I want to know about Freya’s,” he clarified.
Jarrett paused, surprised.
Mr. Sutton was aware of Ms. Dawson’s cheating allegations. This time, with the test papers altered by Mr. Sutton’s instructions, Ms. Dawson wouldn’t have had the chance to cheat, leading to an expected drop in her performance.
