Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 92: Can We Talk Again?

Alvin smiled at Osborn and said, "Then I'll take that as a compliment!

I hope I made a good first impression on you!"

Osborn's stern face finally showed a hint of a smile as he said, "Principal Alvin, you are quite special!"

Alvin waved his hand with a smile and said, "No, I'm not special at all. I'm just the principal of a community school!

Is there something specific you came to the school for today?"

Osborn glanced helplessly at his son still standing by the window and said, "My son, Harry, insisted that I help him transfer to this school!

I need to understand what kind of school he will be attending in the future! What do you think?"

Alvin laughed and said, "Of course, that's your right. Our community school is always open for visits!

You might have already done some research, so what do you think?"

Alvin gestured for Osborn to follow him to the office, as chatting in the hallway seemed a bit silly.

In the office, Olivia warmly gave Alvin a hug, earning his praise, and then served coffee to Alvin, Nelson, and Osborn.

The beautiful secretary was completely ignored by Olivia, who was the queen of the office. After all, if you're that good-looking, why drink coffee? You'll gain weight!

Osborn sat on the sofa opposite the principal's desk, took a sip of coffee, and casually reassured his secretary. He then looked at Alvin and said, "I toured the school today and learned about the community school's teaching program.

To be honest, I really like it! This is what real education should be like!

I was planning to send Harry to Eton College in the UK, but I found a great option right here in New York!

If all of this is your doing, then you're quite an impressive guy!"

Alvin modestly waved his hand and said, "This is the result of everyone's collective effort!

In fact, the community school has only planted the seeds; the real harvest is still far away!

I must say, you have a good eye!"

Osborn nodded and said seriously, "So, if I want my son, Harry, to attend here, what do I need to do?

You know, my time is very tight. If it weren't for my son, I should be in the lab right now!"

Alvin didn't like Osborn's arrogance. Is it really appropriate for a parent seeking admission for their child to be so haughty with the principal?

Alvin laughed heartily and said, "Our school welcomes all children who wish to attend, but we do require a test before admission.

This test will determine if your child meets our school's admission criteria!

You know, our resources are limited, so we have some basic requirements for admissions!

Of course, I believe Harry has a good chance of passing our test and becoming one of us! After all, his father is a respected scientist!

Oh, by the way, the test is administered by a former Columbia professor!"

Osborn was taken aback and said, "I hadn't heard about an admission test before. Didn't Harry's friend Peter Parker transfer directly into the school?"

Alvin pursed his lips, tilted his head, and smiled, "Peter was recognized by one of our math professors and is an MIT recruit, so...

And you see, you were planning to send Harry to Eton College, where the requirements for students' backgrounds and grades are quite high!

As for us, we only need your child to pass a small test. That's simple, isn't it?"

Osborn was almost infuriated by Alvin. How dare a community school compare itself to Eton College? What are you thinking?

But now, the wealthy Mr. Osborn truly experienced what it felt like to be under someone else's roof! After all, Harry is his son, and his education cannot be taken lightly!

Alvin smiled as he looked at the frustrated Osborn, thinking to himself, "In my past life, I had to beg and plead for my son's education, standing in lines, entering lotteries, and even learning how to make a resume. This is nothing!"

Osborn took a deep breath and said stiffly, "Then let's get started. My time is very tight!"

Alvin smiled and said, "Professor Wilson is not here today." Seeing Osborn about to lose his temper, Alvin quickly added, "So, as the principal, I can make an exception and host this test. Please wait a moment."

Alvin then opened his computer, connected to the internet, and downloaded an English version of a Chinese high school math, physics, and chemistry final exam from a Chinese website, conveniently ignoring which grade it was for.

After printing out the test, Alvin smiled and said, "Let's have Mr. Harry come in! We can start now!"

...

Osborn felt uncomfortable watching his son sweat profusely over the test. It seemed he hadn't paid enough attention to Harry before; he didn't realize his health was so poor!

Meanwhile, Harry, who was taking the test, had a different feeling. "Are these questions even humanly possible?

Why do I recognize every word, but there are so many questions I can't understand at all?

What is a set of non-negative integers?

What the heck is a VENN diagram?

How many interpretations are there for equality? Isn't equality just equality? Is it some kind of parent-child relationship?"

...

Alvin patiently waited for four hours. During that time, little Ginny came to ask her dad to eat with her but was refused. She glared at Harry, who was scratching his head, thinking, "It's this idiot's fault for delaying my dad's meal!"

When the time was up, Harry trembled as he handed the test to Alvin, not even daring to look at it.

What kind of monsters are in this school? Do they study this stuff every day? Is this community school a branch of NASA's high school in New York?

Alvin didn't care about Harry's expression. He calmly opened the webpage to find the answers to the test. He couldn't solve them either!

After carefully grading the three heavily corrected tests, none of which scored above 30, Alvin looked at the wealthy Norman Osborn with a gaze reserved for terminal patients. He regretfully said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Osborn, but Harry may not meet our admission criteria. Perhaps you should reconsider sending him to Eton College."

Osborn looked at Harry in disbelief, unable to comprehend why his son performed so poorly.

After all, he himself was a top student from a prestigious university. How could his son be this bad?

Young Harry blushed and wanted to defend himself, saying the questions were too difficult! But seeing his father's expression, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

The usually arrogant Mr. Osborn then ushered his son and everyone else out of the office.

For the first time, he lowered his stance, his face showing an awkward smile, like a poor man applying for a loan extension at the bank.

"I think we can still talk about this!"