After 3 hours, Jamie drove to his destination.

Although Exeter High School is located in New Hampshire, it is only more than 70 kilometers from Boston.

This is one of the reasons why this high school is called the "Harvard Preparatory School", and the two are indeed geographically close.

Of course, there is a more well-known allusion about this school.

When President Lincoln's son failed to apply to Harvard, he asked the president how he could meet Harvard's application criteria, and the reply was: "Go to Phillips Exeter College for another year."

After the other party did so, he finally got his wish and was admitted to Harvard.

It's a really hard story to evaluate.

You could say that Harvard's admissions standards are so strict that even the president's son doesn't open the back door.

But from another point of view, even the president's son is not recruited, but priority is given to recruiting students from Phillips Exeter College, which is not another kind of back door.

In fact, it has long been common for these prestigious universities in the United States to engage in this kind of nepotism with top high schools.

Otherwise, there would be no "Little Ivy High School" saying.

Like Exeter High School, Jamie's Constance High School is also a member of the "Little Ivy High School".

When the yellow supercar drove into the Exeter High School campus, it caused quite a stir.

Although most of the students here are well-off, they are either rich or expensive, but they are very low-key in the school, and the school rules are strictly managed, and few people drive themselves to school.

Not to mention driving an eye-catching supercar.

Jamie pulls up in front of a red-and-white building, ready to find a student to ask Grace for news.

At this moment, a fat woman with curly hair and glasses hurriedly walked down the steps and walked straight to this side.

"Adam Smith!"

"The principal has talked to you many times, don't come to school in a sports car!"

"Hell, why aren't you wearing a formal suit? Are you going to wear this to see Professor Baker? ”

Jamie was stunned for a moment.

Listening to the other party's words, it seems that he is mistaking himself for a student who likes to drive a sports car to school.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to clarify, the fat woman raised her hand and looked at the table below.

"There's no time, you come with me quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and walked up the steps and walked towards the building.

Jamie was about to stop the fat woman when a chattering grumble came into his ears.

"Mark Zuckerberg's freak in slippers to see the professor is troublesome enough, and now there's another one, does he think driving a Lamborghini will make the Harvard professors look the other way?"

"I hope this Ivy week won't be messed up by these two guys."

For Ivy Week, Jamie still knows a little.

The event is held only among the "Little Ivy High Schools" in the United States, where professors and administrators from eight Ivy League schools are invited to visit the schools and interact with the students up close.

In fact, it is an early recruitment interview.

And next month, Constance High School will have its turn to host the event.

From the fat woman's complaints, Jamie gets an important message.

The student who is now meeting the Harvard professor face-to-face is Mark Zuckerberg, and if you follow the fat woman, you can meet the guy.

After making up his mind, Jamie decided not to "puncture" his identity for the time being.

He followed the fat woman into the building and came to the door of an office on the second floor.

After waiting for less than a minute, the office door opened, and out of it came a curly-haired boy in slippers.

He is not tall, but the freckles on his face are clearly visible.

The fat woman ignored Zuckerberg, who had finished the interview, and led Jamie straight into the office.

As they passed by, Zuckerberg glanced at Jamie.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man with glasses and a student file in front of him.

"Professor, Adam Smith is here."

After the fat woman finished speaking, she left Jamie behind, turned around and closed the door to leave.

The Professor Baker she was talking about looked up and was stunned when she saw Jamie's appearance.

The black-haired boy with a resolute face in front of him and the blonde little fat man in the file photo are obviously not the same person.

"Who are you?"

At the same time, outside the office door.

Zuckerberg stops the fat woman who is about to call the next student.

"Ma'am, the person who just came in was a student at our school?"

The fat woman lifted her glasses and stared at Zuckerberg with an unkind gaze.

"Adam Smith, you don't know him?"

"No, I know Adam Smith, but I'm pretty sure the guy who just went in wasn't."

Zuckerberg said, staring at the fat woman.

In general, people with high IQs usually have very amazing memory.

That's exactly what Zuckerberg did.

He remembered all the students in the entire Exeter High School, not including the dark-haired boy who had just entered.

What's more, while Zuckerberg was asking, he was keenly aware of the panic that flashed in the fat woman's eyes.

Although she still appeared calm on the surface.

"No way, Adam Smith likes to drive sports cars to school, and today he drove a supercar, and that car is parked downstairs right now."

Zuckerberg immediately took out his laptop from his bag and opened the school network forum.

Someone has already posted a picture of the yellow Lamborghini that the fat woman said.

Zuckerberg turned the computer screen to the fat woman on the spot.

"Are you talking about this car?"

The fat woman nodded.

Zuckerberg immediately pointed to the license plate of the Lamborghini in the photo and asked quickly:

"Then could you please explain to me why Adam Smith's sports car has a New York license plate?"

The fat woman's eyes widened as she turned her head to look at the office with the door closed.

God, could it really be my mistake?

in the room.

Professor Baker put down the file in his hand, pressed his glasses down, and stared directly at the dark-haired boy posing as Adam Smith with blue eyes.

"You're Jamie Dutton, the author of Percy Jackson? Aren't you supposed to attend Constance High School in New York? ”

Jamie shrugged his shoulders and briefly recounted how he had been mistaken for another student by the fat woman.

As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was slammed open.

As soon as the fat woman entered the door, she couldn't stop apologizing to Professor Baker, saying that she had found the wrong student.

At the same time, the eyes glared at Jamie viciously.

Stinky boy, who dares to pretend to be a student of Exeter.

If you know each other, you will immediately admit your mistake and get out, otherwise she will call the security guard.

At that moment, Professor Baker stood up from behind his desk and said something that the fat woman had never expected.

"No, he's the guy I'm going to see, and if Adam Smith comes, let him wait outside the door for a while."

The fat woman was suddenly anxious.

"Professor, he's not an Exeter student."

Professor Baker said with a breezy face that it didn't matter.

Neither Exeter nor Constance are "their own people" for Harvard.

What's more, Jamie Dutton, a talented young writer who became famous in the United States with "Percy Jackson", has long been in the sight of Harvard.

Now that people have taken the initiative to send it to the door, Professor Baker will certainly not let it go.