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Chapter 207 97% (+68) Chapter 207 Zebulon received the news about the Briarwood University Young Scholars Program gathering this morning, but he had just gotten a notification from Glenn and had forgotten all about it.

This girl was an aerospace engineering major and was quite familiar with him. They often attended small classes together, and she had helped him sign in for many lectures.

"We haven't started yet. Why don't you join us?" the girl invited him.

Zebulon had just broken free from a really toxic crowd, and Viola seemed like a breath of fresh air. Plus, he remembered Quinlyn hadn't eaten yet. "Sure, let's go," he said.

"This way," the girl said, grabbing her camera from her car. "This is the first time, the whole Briarwood crew is together. Even the big three are here. We should take a group photo. I'm just worried those three won't be into it..." Zebulon was surprised. The Briarwood program was usually dominated by kids from their city, due to the educational resources.

But this year was different. Three new kids had joined from the south. One was the heir to the country's richest family, but he was no spoiled brat. He knew his stuff-human anatomy, mechanics, the works.

Another was a hacker who'd started a company and even joined a government agency. He was a bit of a troublemaker, but incredibly capable.

And then there was the third, a guaranteed admission student working with the Briarwood Research Center. He was a quick learner, picking up new skills faster than anyone else.

Zebulon himself had been considered an elite student and was no slouch among his peers, but after a month of competing with those three, he almost died from exhaustion.

It made him deeply question how people could be so rich and hardworking. So, he had asked for a few days off to recover.

But now, seeing Quinlyn's eager face, he decided to use this as a chance to show her what real competition was like. He didn't notice her grin. "Con," he said. "Letshow you what it means to be out of your league." The private room was on the first floor. As the door swung open, the room was alive with chatter and laughter. Dishes had just been laid out, and everyone was sipping sodas. These were teenagers, after all-they blended together quickly.

"Con, Stanley. I bet you're the type to smoke and drink in secret." "Cut it out. I may look like a bad boy, but I'm a good boy at heart. I would never engage in those bad habits that could corrupt children. You might be thinking of Joseph." "Joseph? No way, he seems like such a good boy. Are you sure you're not thinking of Larry?" Zebulon was taken aback when he saw Stanley being held down on the table.

"Zebulon, you're here. Clisten to Stanley bragging about how he was in a firefight at the borderlands and single-handedly defeated a thousand enemies." "I did not brag. You guys are so naive. Don't blme for your lack of experience. If you don't believe me, ask Joseph." Joseph, caught in the crossfire, was pulled to his feet. As he was about to speak, he caught sight of Quinlyn and froze.

Everyone noticed his gaze and fell silent for a moment.

Zebulon was a little embarrassed. On the first day of school, he had a conflict with Joseph, smashing a box of candy that 1/3 00.30 vvea, Y APг B Chapter 207 Joseph had bought. Although he later replaced it, he always felt that Joseph was secretly planning something sinister.

97%1 +60 "Ahem, why are you just standing there? If you can be here, so can I. Zebulon straightened his back, relying on the fact that he was a local.

But after he finished speaking, he found Joseph was still looking at him, which made him a little uneasy. "Hey, Joseph, you can't hold a grudge over a box of candy. Hey, what do you want to do?" Before he could finish, Joseph strode around the table and marched over, Zebulon braced for a fight, but Joseph just shouted past him, "Quinlyn, what are you doing here?" Quinlyn popped out, her eyes round and bright. "Joseph, I'm here to eat.

Zebulon was shocked to find they knew each other.

Then Joseph reached out and walked away, holding her hand. "What are you doing here? You went to the amusement park with Zebulon? Are you two close? You didn't even cto me." "Quinlyn, you haven't eaten yet? Here, this glass of milk is for you. You still look so skinny. The Bronson family didn't mistreat you, did they?" "No, Larry. They said too many head pats can stunt my growth. Can you do it less?" Zebulon watched as Quinlyn sat between Stanley, Joseph, and Larry-three of the most legendary guys from the Briarwood University Young Scholars Program. They fed her, ruffled her hair, and joked around. It felt surreal. "So... you guys know each other?" he asked, bewildered.

"Duh. She's my sister. Blood-related," Stanley said, giving Zebulon a look. "The other two are just trying to get close to her." "Well, Stanley, that's not entirely true," Larry said, leaning in toward Quinlyn. "Now that Quinlyn controls that oil field the Hills dug up and sits on the sboard as us, it's hard to say who's closer to her." The only thing those three ever argued about was Quinlyn. And Joseph, ever the gentleman, was peeling shrimp for her with his slender fingers. "My family's having a formal banquet during the New Year to officially recognize Quinlyn. We'll send out invitations," he said with a smile.

Stanley and Larry nearly choked on their drinks. None of them would back down, but they kept feeding Quinlyn, their forks never stopping.

Zebulon was stunned, then confused-wasn't Quinlyn supposed to join the Bronson family? He'd never voice that, though. The three of them would turn on him in a heartbeat.

*** After a lively dinner, the group decided to head to a karaoke place. Quinlyn had never been before and was really curious.

Joseph, Stanley, and Larry took her along to give it a try. They even picked out songs just for her when they got into the private room. But after flipping through the song list, Quinlyn only recognized one kids' song. And when she sang, she was way off-key.

"Oh, so there are things you're not good at, Quinlyn," Stanley laughed so hard that he rolled on the sofa. Quinlyn wasn't discouraged, though. She tried a few more times before the song ended, then pursed her lips and went back to her seat.

Zebulon wanted to egg her on to try again, but Larry stopped him.

m "Quinlyn has plenty of other talents. She doesn't need to prove herself by singing. Let us show you a real performance," he said. Then Larry took the stage. He was wearing a loose shirt that showed off his collarbones, and he started dancing to "Bunny 9/2 08:36 Wed, 9 Apr BB.

Chapter 207 Hop." מטר 97% +68 Stanley and Joseph joined in one after another, all picking nursery rhymes and kids' songs. They were singing and dancing like fools, and everyone was laughing their heads off.

Quinlyn was the only one clapping her hands like crazy. Zebulon glanced over at her. Her eyes were sparkling as she watched the silly performance, and she was giving them a big thumbs-up with all her heart. For a moment, he felt kind of bored. Pranks and stuff just didn't seem that fun anymore.

Later, Quinlyn excused herself to go to the bathroom, but she quietly slipped out.

Zebulon found it suspicious and followed her out. He saw her huddled in a corner of a brightly lit lounge, sculpting something. He recognized the clay figure she was playing with at the bar today.

Remembering the orange juice incident, Zebulon felt a pang of guilt. "Why are you hiding here to do this?"

Quinlyn looked up, glancing behind him to make sure they were alone. "These are gifts for Stanley, Larry, and Joseph. I was planning to give them tomorrow, but I ran into them early, and I'm not done yet." 0 AD Comment Send gift No Ads mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1