The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: 128 How do you compare with Vera Hall? [3 more]

The first time he received such a number was seven years ago when he was admitted to Norton University. It was the call from the Norton University admissions office.

But afterward, he never received an official call from Norton University again.

The few times that remained, it was his tutor who called.

So, not to mention outsiders, even those of us who were once students at Norton University couldn’t catch a glimpse of the whole picture of the university.

It was too mysterious and too desirable.

He Xun immediately answered: “Hello.”

“He, it’s me.” Indeed, it was his tutor on the other end of the line. “Normally, you wouldn’t have received this call.”

Hearing this, He Xun’s throat tightened: “Tutor?”

“You should know, right?” The tutor sighed, “The school has been keeping records of your work to judge whether you can graduate without an assessment.”

He Xun’s eyes darkened: “Yes, I know.”

Since the assessments were so difficult, Norton University had given another option.

If a student met the school’s requirements through their work, they could graduate without an assessment and directly obtain their degree.

He chose to teach at Verdant because the job of a teacher was simpler and more convenient.

“Your performance today disappointed the school, especially since you were punished.” The tutor regretfully said, “He, so your assessment difficulty has doubled. The students you teach must have two who pass the school’s interview and admission exam.”

He Xun’s expression changed instantly: “Tutor!”

The admission exam wasn’t for a D-level college. Even if it wasn’t an S-level, it had to be at least A-level.

But if everyone could enter an A-level college, what would be the point of the assessment?

One was already as difficult as reaching for the heavens, two was almost an impossible task.

The assessment was a choice of two, but the other was even harder—solving a problem given by Norton University.

That’s why he had asked that study streamer for help, but it ended up all for naught.

“That’s all, He.” The old man was a believer, “God bless you, and good luck.”

The call ended, and He Xun was still in a daze, unable to snap back to reality.

Far away in O Continent, across an entire ocean and who knows how many countries, Norton University could still find out what had happened at Verdant High School.

It’s true that Verdant had issued a disciplinary announcement, but they didn’t give details.

This made He Xun remember a classmate from a year ago.

This classmate had chosen a job in sales.

With a different choice came different assessments.

Once, during a sales pitch, his classmate had insulted a customer and was punished by the company.

Not long after, a call from Norton University came, with the same wording.

It was as if there was nothing in this world that Norton University didn’t know about.

He Xun pursed his lips and didn’t go looking for the principal, just sat in his chair, lost in thought.

**

Although Lu Zhi’s medical skills were not enough to make Old Madam Ying fully recover, they still helped her regulate her body.

In recent days, Old Madam Ying had been able to get out of bed.

At Old Madam Ying’s strong request, Ying Luwei had no choice but to go through her discharge procedures.

She wore a hat and mask, fearing someone would recognize her.

Ying Luwei thought that after more than a month, time would have smoothed everything over.

But she secretly logged into Weibo with an alternate account a few times, only to discover there were still many netizens mocking her.

The fanbase she had carefully cultivated was now being attacked by everyone, and even the comments were out of control.

As a result, she didn’t dare show her face, and even when her studio occasionally posted about her daily life, comments had to be curated.

After sending Old Madam Ying home, Ying Luwei went to her own private piano room.

The music sheet on the piano stand was still Vera Hall’s “Sun and Moon.”

Ying Luwei played a few notes, then her resentment flared, and she slammed the piano lid down hard.

There were less than twenty days left until her concert.

She had practiced so long, yet she could only barely manage to play twenty-four measures of “Sun and Moon,” a world-class challenging piano piece.

Talk less of her stumbling performance, she still made mistakes in the middle.

If she were to perform on stage with such proficiency, her remaining fans would surely unfollow her.

But the words were already out. What could she do if not play “Sun and Moon”?

Ying Luwei was irritated and frazzled, with no desire to practice the piano.

At that moment, her agent called to inquire about her practice progress.

“It’s no good,” Ying Luwei held back her frustration. “What’s with Vera Hall? The woman is already dead, why didn’t she leave behind the music sheet?”

She also had a feeling that there were several places where the notes were wrong, but even the pianists in O Continent hadn’t managed to correct them. What could she do?

“You better not let people online hear you say that.” Her agent frowned. “Vera has been influential since the 18th century, and her influence persists to this day. If you don’t want to be ripped apart, be careful with your words.”