My Destined Lover

They chatted for a while, and before they knew it, the moon jumped over the treetops.

“Well, well, it’s getting late. Miss Da, let’s talk about it today and go to bed early.”

Seeing that the more we talked, the more energetic we were, Marcus stopped talking.

Laura nodded off the screen. “All right. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The next day.

Academic Affairs Office.

“Principal,” said Mrs. Wilson, taking out his cell phone, “I just received three interview places from my college. Do you want to pick three people from our school for interviews?”

Mrs. Wilson’s colleges and universities give graduates three places every year.

If someone can pass the school interview or Mrs. Davis passes the school exam, she will be awarded a diploma.

The headmaster lifted the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and lost in thought. “Three?”

“Why don’t you leave two places for the international exchange class and one place for the first grade? What do you think?” He suggested.

Mrs. Wilson thought for a moment and agreed.

“Yes.”

When Mrs. Wilson was about to leave the office, the headmaster suddenly remembered something and stopped her. “Mrs. Wilson, do you know anyone from the European Academy of Art?”

For this sudden problem, Mrs. Wilson was stunned. “Yes, what’s the matter?”

“When you take those three interviewers to college, can you take some art students and Laura to try the interview?”

Mrs. Wilson was a little hesitant. When she heard the last name, she said without thinking, “I’m afraid it’s not very convenient.”

This is the meaning of rejection.

The principal didn’t insist on the expected answer. He said, “Let’s discuss going to Notting University first.”

Notting University is the institution in Mrs. Wilson.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Halfway through their discussion, the headmaster suddenly received a phone call.

“Mm-hmm, oh, got it… got it, got it.”

After hanging up the phone, the headmaster looked at Mrs. Wilson and asked, “I remember, your spoken English is very good, isn’t it?”

“Hmm. What’s the matter?”

“That’s just right.” The headmaster smiled. “There will be a distinguished guest coming from Europe later. Please come with me to receive him.”

Mrs. Wilson naturally has no objection.

The only trouble is that the next class in Class Two is her class, so we have to take a vacation first.

Walking into Class 2, Mrs. Wilson looked around and saw that there was a vast black area under him, which was full of heads buried in study, and his heart was very satisfied.

“Classmates, the teacher has something to do temporarily. You study by yourself in this class.”

After explaining the miscellaneous things such as discipline, Mrs. Wilson turned and went out.

Pass by Class Eight.

Out of an inexplicable psychology, she glanced at the window.

What came into view was Laura’s head lying on the table, in a comfortable position, obviously sleeping.

Mrs. Wilson gave an unconscious sneer.

It is a waste of educational resources for such a student who eats and dies to be placed in their school!

…

Reception hall.

The headmaster and Mrs. Wilson walked in a hurry.

When he saw the blonde youth in the corner, the headmaster was busy pleasing a smile. “O ‘Lane, I’m sorry for the poor reception. We…”

O ‘Lane didn’t even look at him. He only held an oil painting and looked around in the sun. “Oh, my God, this painting is really beautiful… What kind of person can draw such an exquisite painting! … …”

The headmaster couldn’t understand a foreign language, and it was Mrs. Wilson who whispered in his ear to translate that made him understand what O ‘Lane was saying.

His eyes fell on the picture, and his expression was a little stupid.

Isn’t this painting… an entry submitted by Laura at the art festival?