Just listen to this! A rural girl, with a junior high school education, selling eels! Eels, smelly and slimy, something most women wouldn’t dare touch. That country girl dealt with those stinky eels all day, how could she be easy to handle?
Her only advantage was her beauty.
A pretty teenage village girl venturing out to make a living, and she happened to catch Parker Jace’s eye, captivating him completely. He even wanted to arrange a job for her – Parker Jace’s mother suspected it was a deliberate trap set for her son. Even delivering goods to the Yellow River Restaurant was purposeful, one link after another, trapping her foolish son.
Parker Jace’s mother was furious, but she couldn’t say these things to Parker Jace.
Parker Jace wouldn’t believe it!
He was over twenty and had no plans to marry, and he wasn’t lacking in conditions, so it must be because his standards were too high. Parker Jace had fallen for Whitaker Scarlett; he was an unabashed admirer of beauty. While Parker Jace’s mother wanted to meet this rural vixen, she didn’t say anything definitive, instead, she tricked Parker Jace:
“She’s pretty? Isn’t the Yellow River Restaurant hiring waitresses?”
The waitresses at the Yellow River Restaurant were prettier than those at the Municipal Committee Guest House, but none could compare to Whitaker Scarlett. Whitaker Scarlett’s looks would definitely impress the management, but Parker Jace was afraid she would impress them too much. Besides, being a waitress was serving others, and Parker Jace couldn’t bear that.
If Parker Jace continued to pester his mother, she wouldn’t give in easily. She said she needed to meet Whitaker Scarlett before making a decision.
But would Whitaker Scarlett meet Parker Jace’s mother?
Whitaker Scarlett was waiting for her results!
Only few exam papers, why did County East High School take two days to grade them?
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When Whitaker Scarlett handed in her papers, Teacher Alex was called away.
Teacher Alex had wanted to carefully review Whitaker Scarlett’s papers, but she had to hurriedly hand them over to Teacher Sophie from the Grade 3 group.
“Teacher Sophie, I’ve left the papers on your desk.”
Teacher Sophie was in charge of Grade 3, handling any mid-term transfers. Whitaker Scarlett’s foundation was too weak, and Teacher Sophie didn’t have any hope for a junior high school student – County East High School was already the best high school in Greenfield County, would they accept just anyone? But since the higher-ups approved, Teacher Sophie could only arrange an exam. She was impatient and handed the task to the new Teacher Alex.
Teacher Alex gave the papers to Teacher Sophie, who didn’t take them seriously.
Grade 3 had a heavy teaching workload. Every year, the school wanted more students to get into university. County East High School was excellent in Greenfield County, but compared to the city, province, and country, its teaching quality was far behind. This year, only 8 students from County East High School got into undergraduate programs, including both current and repeat students.
The college entrance examination was so cruel, the competition so fierce, Teacher Sophie didn’t believe a junior high school student could meet the requirements of County East High School.
She didn’t pay attention to Whitaker Scarlett’s papers.
Busy with school matters, Teacher Sophie took the papers home to grade.
She had a lot of housework to do. She tossed the papers onto her desk and went to do other things. Two days passed, and Teacher Sophie didn’t remember the papers. Carson was hanging around nearby, but he couldn’t rush in and ask why the papers hadn’t been graded yet.
Teacher Sophie’s husband was also a teacher at County East High School. Their teacher’s apartment was small, only fitting a desk, so they took turns working at home. On the third day after Whitaker Scarlett’s exam, Teacher Sophie came home from work and found her husband grading papers at the desk.
“Wasn’t there an exam in your class today?”
“Not from my class. I helped you grade this paper on your desk. It’s quite interesting. I haven’t heard you mention this student.”
Teacher Sophie finally remembered she had forgotten Whitaker Scarlett’s papers!
“A student who wants to transfer, hasn’t even attended high school, and wants to take the college entrance examination next year. The school is really something, for the sake of a promising student, they’ll accept anyone – did she score poorly?”
Teacher Sophie’s husband shook his head, “It’s quite interesting, she has severe subject imbalances.”
Wasn’t it a severe subject imbalance?
Looking at the English paper, the rote memorization questions designed for easy marks were answered incorrectly, comprehension was mediocre, but the essay was surprisingly impressive. It wasn’t off-topic, and it had depth, unlike what an ordinary high school student would write.
Politics was disastrous, almost a complete failure.
