The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 449: The More I Look, the More He Seems Like Amadeus’s Rival_1

"As for the joint exam... alas! Anyway, just tell her the test isn’t that important, there’s the college entrance exam in three months, and we’ll all be cheering her on, striving together for the college entrance exam."

She had repeated these words countless times to herself; Justin Wafford could even recite them by heart. Hearing her start to nag again, he couldn’t help but interrupt, "Alright, I got it, you don’t need to tell me again. When I see Nathalie, I’ll tell her. Plus, I’ll bring her the gift the class prepared for her, so don’t worry!"

As he was speaking, he caught a glimpse of someone walking in his direction from the corner of his eye. Clutching his phone, he hurriedly said to the person on the other end, "Someone’s coming, I won’t talk now, wait for my message."

After hanging up the call, he put away his phone and greeted the approaching person, "Hello, Nathalie."

Nathalie Quinlan saw him dressed in a sporty outfit, dragging a small suitcase beside him as he ran over. Her temples pulsed with irritation as she nodded and asked him, "Are you alone?"

Justin Wafford shrugged his shoulders with a devil-may-care attitude, "No choice, I’m the only one in the class with enough pocket money, so they sent me by myself."

Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eyelids to look at him, puzzled, "... "So what is he doing here?

Perhaps seeing the confusion in her eyes, Justin Wafford remembered the trust placed in him by his classmates. He took a deep breath, observing Nathalie’s complexion, which didn’t seem too bad, not as if she had been stricken by a blow.

He slightly eased his mind and took out a transparent bottle from his backpack, handing it over to Nathalie, "Nathalie, this is something everyone asked me to bring you."

Nathalie Quinlan looked at the item he handed over, took it, and asked in surprise, "What’s this?"

"Just... a gift."

Justin Wafford stole a glance at her reaction and saw her playing with the glass bottle, hesitated, then said, "Nathalie, Jhovany Sullivan saw online that folding 500 of these origami cranes grants a wish. Everyone helped fold 500 but hasn’t made a wish yet; however, they wrote what they wanted to say to you inside the cranes. Maybe you’d like to make a wish?"

Alfred Garland, who was quite curious, came closer, examining the transparent glass bottle in Nathalie’s hand, filled with colorful origami cranes. He looked up, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at the big boy standing there, "You specifically came to Beijing just to bring Ms. Quinlan origami cranes?"

Bless him, this brother. The more he looked at this boy, the more he seemed like Amadeus’s romantic rival. Traveling a thousand miles to deliver origami cranes, he would be moved even if he were a girl himself.

Justin Wafford couldn’t bluntly mention Nathalie didn’t get into Tsinghua University. He pursed his lips, raised his hand to touch his nose bridge, and coughed lightly, "Not entirely. My main purpose is representing the whole class to comfort Nathalie, tell her not to think too much."

Alfred Garland: "?"

Nathalie Quinlan, not one for their idle chatter, directly opened the lid of the glass bottle and casually took out one of the folded origami cranes to unfold it.

On the paper imprinted with little flower patterns that held a faint scent of perfume, she immediately saw a row of elegantly written words— Nathalie, best of luck on your college entrance exam.

Amadeus Yancey also saw the few words, his eyebrows raising, a hint of surprise flickering through his deep eyes.

Nathalie Quinlan looked down, her eyes dark as ink and unreadable in emotion. She refolded the crane she had opened and put it back into the bottle, then took out another one and continued to unfold it.