NovelEnglishChapter 102
“Shawn, what are you staring at?” Delilah asked, noticing her husband fixated on the cabnext to them, a
curious tinge coloring her voice,
Shawn, of course, wasn’t about to reveal the true wanderings of his mind. He leisurely shifted his gaze away
from the cabinet, his voice revealing nothing out of the ordinary, “Just wondering if having the cabhere is
messing with the room’s energy flow,”
Delilah felt exasperated at his words, her tone laced with sarcasm as she retorted, “Seems toyou're the one
blocking the energy flow standing there.”
Shawn was indeed beside the TV stand, and while he had kept a decent shape over the years, a lack of exercise
meant he was a bit on the fuller side. Thankfully, his height meant that even a little extra width didn’t make him
look too out of shape.
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Hearing his wife’s Jab, he feigned injury and shuffled aside, lamenting, “Ah, to think | was quite the looker back in
my day.”
He turned to his daughter, Mirabella. “Honey, you got any of those diet shakes?”
Mirabella’s brow twitched. “Dad, you just need to exercise. How about joiningfor a morning jog?”
Shawn's head shook vehemently at the suggestion as if she'd proposed something horrendous. “No, no, no, | still
feel pretty spry as it is. No need for morning jogs.” After decades without exercise, running was practically a
death sentence for him. No way, he’d rather stay a little round.
“I think Mira’s suggestion isn’t half bad,” Delilah chimed in, nodding earnestly.
“Can’t win with you two. I'm off to my room,” Shawn grumbled, then turned to open the nearby cabinet. He
pulled out a wooden box, cradling it like treasure as he left.
Delilah watched her husband's actions with a puzzled murmur, “What's Shawn up to now?”
Mirabella just smirked enigmatically. The old man was still pretty adorable.
The next day, at 10 a.m., the BrainSpark Nationals city-level prelim results were published.
As soon as the clock struck ten, Jenna eagerly whipped out her phone, tapping into the website while rapidly
asking, “Queen Mira, giveyour contestant number. I'll check your score.”
Mirabella tilted her head, tossing out her contestant number in a languid drawl. Jenna entered it and hit search.
Perhaps due to the slow update of the website data and the sheer number of inquiries, the page took a while to
load. When the score finally popped up, Jenna's eyes went wide, and to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, she
zoomed in on the display.
“Holy cow, Queen Mira, you're a genius! Two hundred points!” Jenna was completely flabbergasted.
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The written exam was worth 150 points, and the three live questions together were 60 points, making the total
possible. score 210. Mirabella had scored a whopping 200!
What kind of genius was her?
With only a written test, the prelims made a perfect score somewhat conceivable, and the questions were
comparatively easy. But the city-leve! prelims were a different beast altogether, harder with the addition of live
questions. Scoring perfect was nearly impossible.
So, a score of 200 out of 210 was even more sensational than Mirabella’s perfect score the last time.
Unaware of Jenna’s mental gymnastics, Mirabella seemed puzzled at the score, “Only two hundred?” She had
expected a perfect score, after all.
“Only?” Jenna looked at Mirabella, who seemed dissatisfied with her score, and blinked, “Queen Mira, you're
really a
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