Gary Cooper didn't linger.
He explained that he was going to Trinity College in Manhattan that afternoon to assess another student who had also applied for a scholarship.
Mrs. Snow warmly saw Gary Cooper to the door.
Hawke followed.
However, his mind was clearly elsewhere, preoccupied with what Gary Cooper had just said.
"No need to thank me, it's my colleague Anna..."
Hawke recalled Anna's words at the cemetery.
"I prepared a gift for you, I hope you'll like it."
"So..."
"This is the gift?"
Hawke thought to himself.
Soon.
After watching Gary Cooper walk towards the parking lot, Mrs. Snow returned to her office, her face beaming with joy for Hawke: "That's wonderful, Hawke! I thought they'd have to take the documents back and discuss them before making a decision, but they've already given you the spot for next September."
Hearing Mrs. Snow's happy tone, Hawke temporarily put Anna aside and smiled at her.
"I didn't expect that either."
"That's good, Hawke. You know, there are several competitors for NYU's law school this year.
They have so many excellent students to choose from, which is why I told you to prepare well.
I didn't expect him to decide on the first visit."
Mrs. Snow breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Hawke: "But now is not the time to relax, Hawke. Gary just said that he will prepare the materials after he goes back. Only when the invitation letter is in your hands can we completely relax."
Mrs. Snow said this, but her expression was relaxed.
Because it is almost impossible for an admissions officer to back out afterward.
University admissions officers and private high school counselors complement each other.
High school counselors find good candidates and then contact university admissions officers based on their experience.
It's a mutual benefit.
So it's practically impossible for an admissions officer to agree on the spot and then back out afterwards.
Unless that teacher is joking about their professional life.
After all, if you dare to joke like that, which high school counselor will dare to introduce their students to you in the future?
So Mrs. Snow only gave a symbolic warning not to relax.
But Hawke felt that whether his invitation would actually come through would likely depend on a phone call with his new friend from this morning.
A gift given always comes with an ulterior motive.
What did Anna want?
Hawke wondered as he left Mrs. Snow's office.
He didn't feel threatened, like, "If you don't give me what I want, I'll ruin your college chance."
He wasn't six or seven anymore; he was long past the age of cynicism.
If someone could control the allocation of scholarships at NYU, that was their ability.
And Hawke didn't think that if he didn't get a scholarship from NYU, it meant NYU was pulling strings.
The real manipulation was far more sinister.
This was nothing.
Hawke was more inclined to believe it was a transaction.
Like those wealthy and influential high school students scrambling for recommendation letters for their dream universities.
Aren't those recommendation letters also bought with money or favors by the high school students' parents?
There's no fundamental difference.
To put it bluntly, it's all just a transaction.
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However, since it's a transaction, it has to be mutually agreeable.
So he planned to hear his new friend Anna's demands before considering whether to accept the deal.
Hawke, walking out of the teaching building behind him, took out his phone, looked at the most recent dialed number in his chat history—a number not in his contacts—thought for a moment, then put it back in his pocket, planning to discuss it later that evening.
He then smiled as Gwen approached from a distance.
Gwen seemed to already know the outcome, happily hugging Hawke.
"Wow, that's great, Hawke, congratulations!"
"Thank you."
Hawke hugged Gwen, then said to her after they separated, "Mine are here, Wen, yours should be here soon too."
Gwen smiled and said, "Berkeley already called me, I had an online interview yesterday, and my invitation letter should arrive in the next few days."
Hawke was shocked.
"But you didn't tell me."
"Because you didn't come to school today."
Gwen smiled in response, then said to Hawke, "But that was yesterday, yours is today. Obviously, Anya is also blessing you."
Hawke raised an eyebrow.
Gwen explained, "If that weren't the case, why would NYU wait until today, when you went to see Anya, to tell Mrs. Snow? Clearly, you're thinking of Anya, and Anya is thinking of you too."
Is that so?
Hawke was taken aback by Gwen's words, but quickly recovered and smiled, saying, "She's my sister."
In the afternoon,because of the box of dollars, Hawke didn't insist on taking the school bus home, but instead followed Gwen back to the apartment building.
On the way back, Gwen asked curiously, "So you have a million dollars now, what are you planning to do with it?"
Hawke 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 was taken aback by Hawke's seemingly nonchalant attitude, and couldn't help but ask, "Anything else?"
Hawke laughed, "I'm planning to sell everything on the day of the prom, because I don't want you to have any regrets."
Call him a chauvinist, call him whatever you want.
That's exactly what he thought, and that's what he did.
As for the rest?
Whether it's the grand mansion he envisioned, the meteorite he's currently considering, or the vibranium from Wakanda, none of them can be bought for a million dollars right now.
Gwen met Hawke's gaze, opened her mouth, her sky-blue eyes gleaming.
"Hawk..."
"Aren't you going to blame me for selling dangerous weapons?"
"It's always people who kill, not weapons, Hawke."
Interrupted by Hawke, Gwen looked at him seriously and said, "Besides, those are your spoils of war, you have the right to dispose of them."
Hawke smiled at Gwen's answer and her serious expression.
Soon.
They arrived at the Bridge Apartments.
Hawke stood at the apartment door, watching Gwen drive away in her yellow Corolla before turning away, pushing his carry-on suitcase back home.
But just as he was about to turn around, a voice came from behind him.
A young man who looked like a deliveryman was crossing the road and running towards them.
"Mr. Hawke, please wait a moment!"
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