Chapter 364
My Wife is a Hacker
âNicole, howâs your preparation going?â
Nicole looked at Ms. Emerson calmly.
âIâve solved all of them.â
Nicole had never participated in a Math Olympiad back in San Joto, so she did not know if she was well-prepared. However, the smile on Ms. Emersonâs face indicated that she was doing fine. Ms.
Emerson handed Nicole three more exercise books. They were all past-year Math Olympiad questions that could not be found on the market. The third book, in particular, was Declan Hancockâs best work.
In their school, only she and Mr. Louis â the two teachers in charge of the Math Olympiad training â
got their hands on two copies of the book.
She did not expect Nicole to complete all three sets of the questions without any guidance.
âI underestimated Nicole,â she thought.
Ms. Emerson nodded satisfactorily and asked Gary to leave. She wanted to speak to Nicole privately.
Gary frowned. He had seen Nicoleâs book, and it was completely blank. He could not understand how Nicole dared to spout nonsense like how she had solved all of the math problems to Ms. Emerson.
The charming image that he had of her from yesterdayâs race club meetup was gone; she was once again the annoying liar! Gary did not say anything but snorted. He headed back to his seat without sparing Nicole a glance.
When Vivian witnessed the scene unfold, she had a look of glee in her eyes. Her eyes unconsciously followed Gary in hopes to have some form of interaction with him.
Unfortunately, Gary did not look her way. His eyes were filled with rage toward Nicole. He simply walked past her without sparing her a glance.cz Vivian tightly gripped the hem of her dress under her desk.
She looked at Nicole who had gained Ms. Emersonâs favor. She was furious.
Ms. Emerson then told Nicole about the things she needed to watch out for during the Math Olympiad.
After all, Gary had been through the competition many times.
On the other hand, Nicole seemed to lack the experience. She naturally had to tell her the rules of the competition.
In the end, Ms. Emerson repeated the part where participants had to write their answers with a black pen.
Nicole looked at her with a serious expression and said softly, âDonât worry, Ms. Emerson. Iâll ace it.â
She knew Ms. Emerson was doing this for her own good. Ms. Emerson was treating her as if she were a child; she found it amusing and heartwarming at the same time.
Ms. Emerson also knew that she was going overboard. She looked embarrassed and stopped talking about the competition. She then looked at Nicole with a smile and said, âBy the way, the monthly test is in two days. All the best with your test!â
Nicole nodded.
She answered with a quiet yet oddly calming voice, âI will.â
Ms. Emerson looked at her and felt gratified. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly slapped her forehead as if she had just remembered something. She turned to Nicole with a smile and said, âIâm so forgetful. Your grandmaâs here to see you, Nicole. I told your family to wait outside. I ended up forgetting after speaking to you.â
âGrandmaâs here?â she thought.
Nicoleâs cold eyes lit up a little. She quickly thanked Ms. Emerson and headed out of the classroom.
âNow that I think about it, I havenât seen grandma for almost a month!â she thought.
Nicole stepped out of the classroom and saw two people standing by the window. One of them was an old woman; she had graying hair and was donned in green-colored garments. That person was Mrs.
Wallace Sr.!