Chapter 81: The Scores

His palm was warm and dry, covering her eyes, and all Myrna could see was darkness. There was an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if a feather had gently brushed against it. She hadn’t yet grasped that feeling when Calvin had already removed his hand, taking hold of the child beside him. He exuded a leisurely and precious air: “Let’s go, we’ll leave first and let her rest well.”

“Um.” Although Alfredo was reluctant to leave just like that, thinking of Myrna being tired, he obediently followed Calvin out.

Myrna watched them until they reached the door. Just as the door was about to close, he seemed to suddenly remember something and casually asked, “By the way, why didn’t you tell me you know medical skills?”

This issue, Myrna had already thought of a solution before she came out of the operating room, so she was not in a hurry at all. She lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes calm and bright: “You never asked me.”

Calvin raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile. Tsk, this answer was assertive and irrefutable, just her style. He didn’t press further, casually letting it go. He closed the door, his voice enticing as he said, “Good night.”

Myrna thought she wouldn’t be able to… Unexpectedly, she woke up naturally, got up, rubbing her groggy head; it was morning of the next day. The first class this morning was Hattie’s. Myrna propped up her groggy forehead and found a neatly folded set of new clothes been placed there at some unknown time, aside. There was still a note with writing on it.

Myrna picked up the note, looked down, and saw that it read, “I called in sick for you at school. Rest.” The font appeared orderly, yet each character exuded an air of unrivaled arrogance. It was clearly Calvin’s handwriting. It turned out that he had asked for leave for her.

Myrna unconsciously recalled the scene from yesterday when he carried her outside the operating room. She put down the note restlessly, picked up the clothes on the bed, searched for a while, and found the bathroom that was separately set up in the ward, and took a bath. After a cold shower, Myrna was completely awake. She changed her clothes and came out, looking around but not seeing Calvin and the little one anywhere. She had no idea where the two had gone. Myrna simply sent him a text message, then picked up her backpack and went to school.

When she arrived at school, the second major class had already ended, and it was exactly lunch break time. Myrna twisted her bag in with one hand, and the previously bustling classroom became as quiet as if it had been frozen, in an instant. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her all at once.

What did they do? Myrna raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her steps paused for a second before she quickly resumed walking towards her seat. She put down her backpack. The people in the classroom, as if awakened from a trance, seemed to come back to their senses, letting out a roar-like cheer.

“Myrna came!” “Myrna came to school.” “Haha, I thought she wasn’t coming today. Didn’t Hattie say that Myrna took a sick leave today?” “Hehehe, good that you came, good that you came.”

Myrna: …

Myma? Her pale hand pulled out a chair and sat down, and Rachel next to her immediately grabbed her hand with joy, almost jumping up. “Mymn, do you know how many points you scored this time?”

Myma pondered for a moment, lowering her eyes. Apart from the final essay in literature, which she didn’t complete because she thought it was too wordy and only scored 40, she should have scored 500 in total for the six subjects. Before she could answer, Rachel, unable to contain her excitement, tugged at her sleeve, laughing so hard her eyes disappeared, “560! It’s 560!”

“Myrna, you were the top of the school!”

The papers hadn’t been handed out today. I heard that the teacher corrected them overnight according to the requirements of the class advisor of Class B, and calculated the scores. Today, only the scores were posted. If Rachel knew that the 40 points Myrna lost were simply because she didn’t write an essay, she would definitely go crazy.

At this moment, Ramon was also leaning against the wall, holding a basketball in his hand. He had completely changed his scholarly image, wearing a blue Nike headband on his forehead, looking handsome in the sunlight. “Adrian also ranked 12th in the whole school,” he said. “I heard that the teacher from Class B next door turned green when she got the school rankings.”

“Myrna, you really can do it. I thought you were joking when you said you would rank first, but I didn’t expect your grades to be so good.”

He was now eagerly waiting…