Chapter 137 Oil Painting

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.