Hearing that, Sharon took Janet’s results from her desk and glanced at it, only to see that she had attained a perfect score for two subjects, but she did not get any grades for Spanish. Why is there no grade for Spanish?
Sharon was puzzled but before she could ask, Nina, who was on the stage, suddenly said, “Janet, please step outside for a moment.”
Janet raised her eyes and cast a glance at Nina before she lazily headed outside with her.
Everyone looked at Janet, confused. “What’s with her?”
“I don’t know. I think she screwed up her test. She only got 200 marks.”
“What? 200? Wasn’t she the top scholar?”
“Who knows what happened, but I heard that she didn’t get any grade for Spanish.”
“Meaning that in other words, besides Spanish, she got a perfect score for two other subjects?”
“Why didn’t she get any grades for Spanish?”
The students at the scene were puzzled and bewildered.
Hazel, who was immersed in the joy of getting a high score in the test, felt even more light-hearted upon hearing that Janet only scored 200 points. Tsk! A top scholar, eh? Well, it seems to me that she bribed her way to the achievement! Ha! Looks like there really are a lot of scammers in Sandfort City.
Once they were outside, Nina asked Janet in a straightforward manner, “Miss Jackson, do you know why you didn’t get any grade for Spanish this time?”
Janet had both hands shoved in her pockets as she drawled, “I don’t know.”
“I shouldn’t have asked you to write an essay.” Nina sighed. “Now, all the lecturers in the office know that your essay is written by imitating Lady Rose’s novel.”
The word ‘imitating’ was a nice way to put it; in fact, the lecturers in the office directly accused her of plagiarism.
“Imitating Rose’s novel?” Janet raised an eyebrow as she denied indifferently, “I did not.”
A trace of surprise flashed across Nina’s eyes but she quickly regained her usual composure. “I was saving your face by not exposing this directly in the class.”
After all, plagiarism was completely intolerable in Woodsbury University—a student who copied an essay today might plagiarize a thesis tomorrow, and plagiarizing someone else’s hard work was a disgraceful act.
If Robert, the principal, found out about this, even his own daughter would be expelled, let alone when Janet was merely a top scholar.
Janet’s pink lips parted. “Miss Hogan, do you think that I need to copy someone else’s work when I have attained full marks for Spanish in the college entrance exams?”
As soon as she said that, Nina inhaled sharply. If what she said was true and she really didn’t plagiarize, that would make her… Is she really Rose?
Nina’s face, which was initially filled with anger, was slowly replaced by an incredulous look.
Looking at Janet, she carefully asked, “Miss Jackson, are you really… Rose herself?” I must be mad to ask this question but if what she said was true and she really didn’t copy, that would be the only possibility left.
Janet pressed her lips together. “Miss Hogan, you only have to trust me that I didn’t copy. Whether or not I am Rose is not the important thing here.”
What she said was enough to make everything clear.
Words that came from her moving lips completely enlightened Nina. Although the truth was hard to believe, Janet had indirectly admitted her identity, so Nina believed she should not press on.
“I understand.” Nina was overwhelmed by mixed feelings. It turns out that this student of mine, who I meet almost every day, is actually the novel author whom I admire, and she is actually only a 19-year-old student.
