chapter1237

"How about this? If I make it into the top three, you both have to do a live stream, washing your hair while doing a handstand.

Lydia's voice suddenly cut through the air right behind them.

Marilyn and Yara were so deep in their secret conversation that they nearly screamed. When did Lydia get here? Neither of them had seen her coming. She had scared them half to death.

"You... you..." Marilyn stuttered, struggling to find her words. It was painfully awkward to get caught talking about someone behind their back.

Yara looked just as uncomfortable, but her embarrassment faded quickly. She frowned at Lydia. "Weren't you standing at the back? How did you end up here? Lydia shrugged, completely unfazed. "The professors asked me to come over. They mentioned there were Capital Med School students here. I just happened to hear you both talking about the competition. So, how about it? Want to make a bet?"

Marilyn and Yara's faces went pale, then red, then back again. They looked like they'd swallowed something sour.

"What's wrong? Getting cold feet? Lydia teased when neither of them answered.

Marilyn clenched her jaw and shot Lydia a glare. "Why would I be scared? Getting into the top three isn't like back at school. This place is packed with the best med students from all over the country."

"I know," Lydia replied.

Yara scoffed. You really think you'll make it into the top three?"

Lydia just smiled. "I came here to win. What about you two? Were you planning to just blend into the crowd?"

That did it. Marilyn and Yara looked like they'd bitten into lemons.

"Fine, Yara said, folding her arms. "If you want to bet, what happens if you lose?

Lydia thought for a second before nodding. "Same deal. If I lose, I'll live stream myself washing my hair while doing a handstand."

Yara smirked. "Deal."

Marilyn added, "Let's have Mr. Russo and Dr. Tomlinson as witnesses, just in case someone tries to back out later."

Lydia was the dean's favorite, after all. Without proper witnesses, what if she wouldn't actually go through with it?

Lydia's smile only grew. "Sure."

When Mr. Russo and Dr. Tomlinson saw Marilyn and Yara waving them over with so much excitement, they thought something big had happened.

They never expected to hear, "Professors, we want to make a bet with Lydia."

Mr. Russo raised an eyebrow. "A bet with Lydia? What kind of bet?"

Marilyn explained, "If she gets into the top three in the finals, we'll live stream ourselves washing our hair while standing on our hands."

"What?" Both professors were completely stunned.

For a moment, Mr. Russo and Dr. Tomlinson wondered if Marilyn and Yara had lost their minds. Why would anyone bet against Lydia?

"You two... betting against her... really?"

Marilyn jumped in, "We've already agreed Professor. It's just a bit of motivation. Besides the

Venet

Whet's

harmless. Just washing our bair upside down."

She just wanted Lydia to make a fool of herself. Maybe then she'd stop acting so arrogant.

Mr. Russo glanced at Lydia, who didn't say a word. "Alright, if you've all agreed, then let's go with it."

Yara quickly said, "You both have to be our witnesses."

Dr. Tomlinson sighed, then nodded. Alright."

Not long after, an announcement came over the speakers, telling everyone to line

up for the security check and head into the exam hall.

Once inside, a massive digital screen played the schedule for the next two days of repeat. The words "Robotic Surgery Practical" for tomorro flashed in bright red

Marilyn felt her mind go blank. This couldn't be happening.

They were really going to be tested on robotic surgery?

Yara's eyelashes trembled, and she her coral-colored lips into a

pressed

thin anxious line, How how c?n, they really be testing us on this?"