Meizong Wealth Life

Chapter 40: Wandering into Ivy Week
Three hours later, Jamie drove to his destination.

Although Exeter High School is located in New Hampshire, it is only more than 70 kilometers away from Boston.

This is one of the reasons why this high school is called "Harvard Preparatory School". The two are indeed geographically close.

Of course, there is a more well-known allusion to this school.

When President Lincoln's son failed to apply for Harvard, he asked the principal how he could meet Harvard's application criteria. The answer he received was: "Just go to Phillips Exeter Academy for another year."

After the other party complied, he finally got his wish and was admitted to Harvard.

This story is really hard to evaluate.

You can say that Harvard’s admissions standards are so strict that even the president’s son is not allowed a back door.

But from another perspective, even the president's son is not recruited, but students from Phillips Exeter College are given priority. This is not another kind of back door.

In fact, it has long been common for prestigious universities in the United States to engage in this kind of nepotism with top high schools.

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as "Little Ivy High School."

Like Exeter High School, Jamie's Constance High School is also a member of the "Little Ivy High School".

The yellow supercar caused quite a stir when it rolled onto the Exeter High School campus.

Although most of the students here come from well-off families and are either rich or noble, they are very low-key in school. In addition, the school rules and regulations are strict, so few people drive to school by themselves.

Not to mention driving an eye-catching supercar.

Jamie parked the car in front of a red and white building, preparing to find a student to inquire about Grace.

At this time, a fat woman with curly hair wearing glasses hurriedly walked down the steps and walked straight this way.

"Adam Smith!"

"The principal has told you many times not to come to school in a sports car!"

"Damn it, why aren't you wearing formal clothes? Are you planning to wear this to see Professor Baker?"

Jamie was stunned for a moment.

From what the other person said, it seemed that he had mistaken himself for a student who liked to drive sports cars to school.

Just as she was about to clarify, the fat woman raised her hand and looked at her watch.

"There's no time, come with me quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and climbed up the steps and walked into the building.

Jamie was about to call the fat woman to stop, when a chattering sound of complaints reached his ears.

"Mark Zuckerberg, that weirdo who wears slippers to meet professors, is already troublesome enough. Now here comes another one. Does he think that driving a Lamborghini will make Harvard professors look at him differently?"

"Hopefully this Ivy Week won't be ruined by these two guys."

Jamie still knows a little bit about Ivy Week.

This event is only held among "little Ivy high schools" in the United States. Professors and administrators from eight Ivy League schools will be invited to the school as guests to communicate closely with students.

In fact, it is an early recruitment interview.

Next month, Constance High School will have its turn to host this event.

From the fat woman's complaints, Jamie got an important message.

The student currently communicating face-to-face with the Harvard professor is Mark Zuckerberg. Just follow the fat woman and you can see that guy.

After making up his mind, Jamie decided not to "expose" his identity for the time being.

He followed the fat woman into the building and came to the door of an office on the second floor.

After waiting for less than a minute, the office door opened and a curly-haired boy wearing slippers walked out.

He is not tall, but the freckles on his face are clearly visible.

The fat woman ignored Zuckerberg after the interview and led Jamie directly into the office.

As they passed each other, Zuckerberg glanced at Jamie.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses sat behind the desk, with a student file in front of him.

"Professor, Adam Smith is here."

After the fat woman finished speaking, she left Jamie behind, turned around and closed the door to leave.

The Professor Baker she was talking about raised his head and was stunned on the spot after seeing Jamie's appearance clearly.The stoic-faced black-haired boy in front of him was obviously not the same person as the fat blond guy in the file photo.

"who are you?"

Meanwhile, outside the office door.

Zuckerberg stopped the fat woman who was about to call the next student.

"Ma'am, that person who just entered is a student from our school?"

The fat woman adjusted her glasses and stared at Zuckerberg unkindly.

"Adam Smith, you don't know him?"

"No, I know Adam Smith, but I'm pretty sure the guy who just went in is not."

Zuckerberg stared at the fat woman and said.

People with high IQs usually have amazing memories.

That's exactly what Zuckerberg is.

He remembered the appearance of all the students in Exeter High School, including the black-haired boy who had just entered.

More importantly, when Zuckerberg asked questions, he was keenly aware of the panic flashing in the fat woman's eyes.

Although she still looked calm on the outside.

"It's impossible. Everyone knows that Adam Smith likes to drive sports cars to school. Today he drove a supercar over. That car is parked downstairs now."

Zuckerberg immediately took out his laptop from his schoolbag and opened the school network forum.

Someone has already posted a photo of the yellow Lamborghini the fat woman was talking about.

Zuckerberg turned his computer screen to the fat woman on the spot.

"Is this the car you're talking about?"

The fat woman nodded.

Zuckerberg immediately pointed to the license plate of the Lamborghini in the photo and asked quickly:
"Then please explain to me why the sports car driven by Adam Smith has a New York license plate?"

The fat woman's eyes widened and she turned to look at the office with the door closed.

God, could it be that I really made a mistake?
inside the room.

Professor Baker put down the file in his hand, lowered his glasses, and looked directly at the black-haired boy pretending to be Adam Smith with his blue eyes.

"Are you Jamie Dutton, the author of Percy Jackson? Aren't you supposed to go to Constance High School in New York?"

Jamie shrugged and briefly told the story of how he was mistaken for another student by the fat woman.

As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open violently.

As soon as the fat woman entered the door, she kept apologizing to Professor Baker, saying that she had found the wrong student.

At the same time, he glared at Jamie fiercely.

You brat, how dare you pretend to be a student from Exeter.

If she recognizes her mistake, she should immediately admit her mistake and get out, otherwise she will call the security guard.

At this time, Professor Baker stood up from behind his desk and said something that the fat woman never expected.

"No, he is exactly the person I want to see. If Adam Smith comes, let him wait outside the door for a while."

The fat woman suddenly became anxious.

"Professor, he is not a student at Exeter."

Professor Baker said calmly that it didn't matter.

Whether it’s Exeter or Constance, they are both “ours” to Harvard.

What's more, the talented young writer Jamie Dutton, who became famous throughout the United States with "Percy Jackson", has long been on the radar of Harvard.

Now that people are coming to your door, of course Professor Baker will not let him go.

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(End of this chapter)