Gary Cooper did not stay long.
In his words, he still had to go to Trinity High School in Manhattan in the afternoon to evaluate another student who had also submitted a scholarship application.
Mrs. Snow enthusiastically saw Gary Cooper to the door.
Hawk followed suit.
However, his mind was clearly not here, but on the words Gary Cooper had just spoken.
"Don't thank me, it was my colleague, Anna…"
Hawk then recalled what Anna had said at the cemetery earlier.
"I've prepared a gift for you, I hope you like it."
"So…"
"This is the gift, then?"
Hawk thought to himself.
Soon.
After Mrs. Snow watched Gary Cooper walk towards the parking lot, she returned to her office, her face beaming with joy for Hawk: "This is great, Hawk, I originally thought they would take the information back to discuss it before giving a result, but I didn't expect him to give you the spot for next September right now."
Hawk listened to Mrs. Snow's joyful tone, temporarily putting Anna aside, and smiled at Mrs. Snow.
"I didn't expect it either."
"This is very good, Hawk, as you know, there are several competitors for New York University's Law School this year. They have too many excellent students to choose from this year, which is why I told you to prepare well. I didn't expect him to make a decision on his first evaluation."
At this point, Mrs. Snow couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then looked at Hawk: "But now is not the time to relax, Hawk. Gary just said that he will prepare the materials after he goes back. Only when that invitation letter reaches your hands can we truly relax."
Mrs. Snow said what she said, but her expression was very relaxed.
Because it's almost impossible for universities to go back on their word after the fact; university admissions officers and private high school counselors mutually benefit each other.
High school counselors find promising students and then, based on their experience, contact university admissions officers.
They mutually benefit.
So, it's basically unheard of for an admissions officer to agree on the spot and then go back on their word later.
Unless that teacher is joking with their career.
After all, if you dare to make such a joke, which high school counselor would dare to recommend their students to you in the future?
So Mrs. Snow's warning not to relax was merely symbolic.
But…
Hawk felt that whether his invitation letter would come through would probably depend on whether he had a phone call with his new friend from this morning.
He who gives a gift has a request.
What did this Anna want?
Hawk thought to himself as he left Mrs. Snow's office and walked outside.
He didn't feel threatened, as in, 'If you don't give me what I want, I'll ruin your university chances.'
He was no longer six or seven years old; he was long past the age of cynicism.
It was their ability to control the flow of New York University scholarship spots.
And Hawk didn't think that if he didn't get the New York University scholarship, it meant New York University was engaging in shady dealings.
The real shady dealings were far darker than this.
This was nothing.
Hawk was more inclined to believe this was a transaction.
It was just like those wealthy and influential high school students who sought recommendation letters for their desired universities.
Weren't those recommendation letters also bought by the high school students' parents with money or favors?
There was no essential difference between the two.
To put it bluntly, it was all just a transaction.
However, since it was a transaction, it had to be mutually agreeable.
So…
He planned to listen to his new friend Anna's demands, and then consider whether or not to accept this transaction.
Hawk, who had walked out of the school building behind him, took out his phone, looked at the most recent outgoing number in his chat history that wasn't in his contacts, thought for a moment, then put it back in his pocket, deciding to deal with it tonight. He then smiled as he watched Gwen walk towards him from a distance.
Gwen seemed to already know the result and happily hugged Hawk.
"Wow, this is great, Hawk, congratulations."
"Thank you."
Hawk and Gwen hugged briefly, then released each other, and Hawk said to Gwen: "Mine has come, Gwen, yours should be coming soon too."
Gwen smiled and said: "Berkeley has already called me. I had an online interview yesterday, and my invitation letter will arrive in the next few days."
Hawk was shocked.
"But you didn't tell me."
"Whose fault is it that you didn't come to school today?"
Gwen smiled in response, then said to Hawk: "But that was yesterday's matter, yours is today's. Clearly, Anya is also blessing you."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
Gwen explained: "If not, why would New York University not come earlier or later, but specifically tell Mrs. Snow today when you went to see Anya? Clearly, you were thinking of Anya, and Anya was also thinking of you."
Is that so?
Hawk was stunned for a moment listening to Gwen's words, but quickly recovered and said with a smile: "She's my biological sister."
In the afternoon.
Because of that box of U.S. dollars, Hawk didn't insist on taking the school bus home, but instead followed Gwen's car back to the apartment building.
On the way back, Gwen asked curiously: "So you have a million U.S. dollars now, what do you plan to do with it?"
Hawk looked at Gwen: "Get a driver's license, buy a car, and then for the prom, buy a suit and take you to the prom."
Gwen looked at Hawk, who spoke almost without thinking, and was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but ask: "And what else?"
Hawk chuckled: "I just wanted to sell the items on the day of the prom, after all, I don't want your prom to have any regrets."
Call him a chauvinist, or whatever else.
He really thought and acted that way.
As for the rest?
Whether it was the large flat and grand house he envisioned, or the meteorites he was currently contemplating, and also the Vibranium from Wakanda, none of them could be bought with just this one million U.S. dollars.
Gwen met Hawk's gaze, her lips parted, and her sky-blue eyes sparkled.
"Hawk…"
"Aren't you blaming me for selling dangerous weapons?"
"It's always people who kill, not weapons, Hawk."
Gwen, interrupted by Hawk, looked at him seriously and said: "Besides, those are your spoils of war. You have the right to dispose of them."
Hawk listened to Gwen's answer and smiled at her serious expression.
Soon.
Bridge Apartment arrived.
Hawk stood at the apartment entrance, watching Gwen drive away in her yellow corolla, then withdrew his gaze, turned, and pushed his carry-on suitcase back into the house.
However, just as he was about to turn around, a voice came from behind him.
A young man who looked like a delivery person was crossing the street, running towards him.
"Mr. White, please wait a moment!"
"…"
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