The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 284: Refusing the Best Major Wanting to Study the Worst Major_1

That feeling was so magical she couldn’t snap out of it for a moment, "Why Chinese Medicine? Did Tsinghua University tell you the direct admission slot was for the Chinese Medicine Department?"

Even if it wasn’t Tsinghua’s ace program, the Clinical Medicine Department, but something like a Biomedical Department instead, why on earth was it Chinese Medicine?

Jhovany Sullivan inexplicably felt depressed for her, like someone who thought they had won a grand prize, only to open it and find a useless trinket—it lacked flavor to eat, yet it was a pity to discard it.

Justin Wafford and the others hadn’t expected the direct admission slot from Tsinghua to be for the Chinese Medicine Department either; they were all dumbfounded there, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

It was Nathalie who opened her phone, checked the messages, leaned back in her seat, lazily lifted her eyelids, and said in a laid-back manner, "No, it’s that I want to study Chinese Medicine."

Jhovany Sullivan: "?"

She tentatively asked, "So the direct admission slot from Tsinghua isn’t for the Chinese Medicine Department?"

What on earth is going on here!

Why does it feel like my brain isn’t working?

Nathalie looked at her eager eyes and, with some helplessness, pinched the bridge of her nose and said slowly, "Tsinghua offered Clinical Medicine, but I want to study Chinese Medicine, so I turned it down."

"Shit!" Unable to hold back, Justin Wafford cursed out loud, looking at her in disbelief, "Nathalie, are you saying you turned down the invitation from Tsinghua? Because you want to pursue a major in Chinese Medicine?"

Turning down the best ace program just because she wanted to study ’the worst’ program!

If word got out, wouldn’t Nathalie get attacked on the street?

Nathalie didn’t think there was anything wrong with what she said. Her eyes slightly lifted at the corners, an air of defiance about her: "Any problems?"

Justin Wafford’s face showed an expression that was beyond words, he quickly said, "No, no problem. It might be a problem for someone else. But for you, there’s no problem!"

Ever since he saw her at the birthday party—someone he normally wouldn’t even get the chance to meet—he now felt that nothing that happened to Nathalie would surprise him.

What’s so strange about rejecting a direct admission slot from Tsinghua?

Who the hell would have guessed Nathalie had a Tsinghua professor for a father, a top star brother, and such a solid relationship with the CEO of Pinecone Group to the point of getting a house, and also knew someone of Mr. Yapiter’s rank?

Moreover, that day when she handled Ghania Quinlan, her coding skill... To be honest, compared to all these, going to university seemed like the only thing about Nathalie that was sort of a common point with peers her age.

Once Justin Wafford got his head around it, he didn’t treat it as a big deal and shrugged it off, "Just Tsinghua, if you rejected it, then you rejected it."

He remembered something else and frowned, "Right, Nathalie, have you heard? Ghania Quinlan is transferring schools, she’s not going to study at McKinney No. 1 Middle School..."

He was more in the loop, pondering how to put it, "I heard she’s transferring to the nearby No. 5 Middle School. No. 5’s conditions aren’t as good as No. 1’s, it’s always far behind in the college entrance exam results each year. I thought if she were to transfer, she would at least go to a place like Excellence High School."

Excellence High School, at least, is a private school. Although its overall results aren’t as good as No. 1 Middle School, it does produce a few students with decent exam scores each year.

Apart from the more expensive tuition, it has no other flaws.

Ghania Quinlan giving up on transferring to Excellence and choosing to study at No. 5 indicates only one thing—the Quinlan family is now in a complete mess, they can’t even afford Ghania’s tuition at Excellence!

Nathalie hadn’t reacted yet, but upon hearing him bring this up, Jhovany Sullivan immediately knitted her thin brows, her face full of disgust, "She deserves it!"

"When she got her direct admission to National Artists University, it was known all over the school; she nearly made it a spectacle as if hosting a news conference. Now that her direct admission qualification has been revoked, of course, she has no face to continue studying at No. 1. If I were her, I’d also tuck my tail and leave."