During the first semester of senior year in high school, the news that Bartley Smith was recommended for admission to NUC spread throughout the school, and soon, teachers and classmates all congratulated him.
"Bartley, how about treating us tonight? Such a big good news deserves a bit of celebration, right?"
Egged on by a group of classmates, Bartley Smith eventually agreed.
Since senior year is strictly supervised, they had to stay at school for evening study, so when classmates talked about a treat, they meant ordering take-out. But with Bartley Smith's wealth, they chose the expensive options.
"Smith, here's your letter."
After school that afternoon, the class monitor handed a letter to Bartley Smith.
Bartley glanced at the familiar handwriting on the envelope but didn't open it immediately, instead stuffing it into his backpack.
"Judging by the handwriting, it's written by a girl. You aren't seriously dating someone, are you?"
