The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 382: Slacker Beauty

"Why? We ranked ourselves based on scores to choose our seats. How come she’s allowed to take our spot?"

"Exactly, Teacher, this is so unfair!"

Willow Grant clenched her fists, just about to join the other students in their protest when Rachel Ross’s voice rang out: "Teacher! Did you accept a gift from Summer Monroe? Why does everyone have to pick their seats based on scores, yet she’s an exception?"

As soon as Rachel said this, everyone, including Willow Grant, looked at Rachel in surprise.

This was... too blunt, not sparing Mio Osborne’s face at all!

But Willow Grant was quite happy about it. With Rachel causing a scene like this, even Mio Osborne wouldn’t dare give Summer special privileges for the sake of his reputation, would he?

Unless he didn’t want to be a teacher anymore!

Just when Willow Grant thought Mio Osborne was going to change his mind, he finally spoke up.

Mio Osborne gave Rachel a complex glance and then said, "What I gave her is not a privilege. She, like you, chose her seat based on her exam scores."

Rachel didn’t understand, so she directly asked, "Then why can she pick any seat except the first two rows?"

She never thought that Summer could score that well.

Everyone got in through connections, so why did Summer have an extra privilege?

"Professor Osborne." Summer Monroe couldn’t take it anymore. She thought Mio Osborne was quite in a bind, so she directly asked, "Could you please tell me how much I scored on this entrance test?"

Mio Osborne glanced at her and said, "One hundred and forty-eight points."

Once he said this, everyone, including Ronan Kingston, who was dozing off, widened their eyes in shock.

Rachel and Willow Grant: One hundred and forty-eight points? Summer Monroe???

Finn Ford: One hundred and forty-eight? A beautiful underachiever who scribbles like me???

Are you kidding me?

Since too many people found it unbelievable, Mio Osborne helplessly held up Summer’s paper, opened it, and pointed to the Chinese section: "Chinese, eight points."

Willow Grant was just about to question how eight points could lead to such a high score when she saw Mio Osborne flip the paper and say, "Math, full marks."

Willow Grant was instantly full of confusion: "???"

However, in the next moment, Mio Osborne continued, "English, full marks."

Willow Grant felt like she was hit hard and even started to doubt life itself.

Rachel was a bit calmer and questioned, "Even if both subjects got full marks, that’s only one hundred and twenty points. Where did one hundred and forty-eight points come from?"

Bear in mind, even Willow Grant, who topped the class, only scored one hundred and fifty-seven points.

Only to hear Mio Osborne slowly explain, "Because she also answered two advanced questions for math and English correctly. Each advanced question adds ten extra points, so two questions add twenty points."

After Mio Osborne finished, he looked coldly at Rachel, who nearly doubted her life, and asked, "Do you have any other questions now?"

Mio Osborne’s tone was already quite unfriendly and impatient. Any good impression he had of Rachel had mostly dissipated.

Rachel also realized this, her face flushed red, forcing out one sentence: "No more questions..."

"If you don’t have any questions, please sit down."

Rachel sat down with a red face, and if there were a crack in the ground, she probably wished she could crawl into it.

But she still couldn’t believe it, how could a country bumpkin who grew up in the countryside score so highly? What did that make her, a proper socialite?