Chapter 908

“Register me as a normal student. Treat me like a regular transfer. I don’t want any special treatment p>

“Yes, yes, of course! Everything is already set up!” Chancellor Keaton nodded eagerly. “We’ve placed you in the Vanguard Honors Program. I’ll take you to the classroom right now p>

Serena cast a sidelong glance at him. “If you take me there, how is that keeping a low profile p>

The Chancellor rubbed his hands nervously. “Then… then p>

Serena looked down at the pathetic man on the floor and tilted her chin. “He can show me the way p>

“Yes, yes! I’ll escort you immediately, Miss Lancaster!” Director Keaton wouldn’t

dare argue.

He scrambled to his feet, a complete mess.

He dusted off his knees and wiped his sweaty face. “Right this way, please p>

As he led her out.

The Chancellor, Mr. Harrison, and the deans glared at him warningly.

Chancellor Keaton lowered his voice. “I trust you know what to keep your mouth shut about p>

Director Keaton nodded frantically.

He understood.

He understood perfectly!

He wouldn’t dare breathe a word to anyone.

Not even to the Doyle family!

Marington’s Vanguard Honors Program was located on the top floor of the science building.

The atmosphere here was completely different from regular classes.

The classroom was spacious and brightly lit, with only twenty desks.

Each desk was equipped with high-end computers and lab equipment, and the walls

were lined with certificates and trophies.

They were all from global competitions.

Marington was already the top university in Elyndor, and they absolutely did not tolerate back-door entries.

You had to have real talent to get in.

But the Vanguard Honors Program was a different beast entirely.

It was composed of the absolute top-tier geniuses handpicked from tens of thousands of students.

Any one of them could easily sweep international awards.

They were the best of the best.

There was a fifteen-year-old math prodigy, a physics genius who had already published in global journals, and a computer science wizard who had won international coding championships.

This class was formed specifically to represent Marington in the upcoming Marington Elite Scholarship Gauntlet.

Right now.

The classroom was buzzing with gossip.

“I heard a transfer student is dropping into our class p>

“I heard she didn’t even take the placement exams. She’s just walking right in p>

“No exams? Then who knows what

her actual skill level is? Why does

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she get to join us? She’s just to drag down average lo

“The Gauntlet is coming up, and MIT’s new algorithm is already giving us a headache. We don’t even have time to run the data analysis, and the schools shoving some random girl into our group

Clearly.

The geniuses of the Vanguard Honors Program were completely against this incoming transfer.

Just then.

Mr. Ashwell, the head instructor of the program, walked in.

“Settle down, everyone. We have a new transfer student joining us today. Let’s make her feel welcome p>

Mr. Ashwell started clapping.

The students offered a few scattered, sarcastic claps in response, entirely unenthusiastic.

With the Gauntlet so close, how could they not be suspicious of a sudden addition?