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Trying his best was an understatement; Abner was pushing his limits.

In the latter half of his junior year, Abner topped his class, a feat that coincided with the approach of his seventeenth birthday.

At the same time, Shirley had just graduated. Initially dreaming of teaching, she was instead persuaded by her mentor to stay on. Throughout her college years, she'd been closely mentored, participating in numerous competitions. Now, her mentor offered her an opportunity to pursue further studies for three more years, with the promise of a teaching position in a prestigious university thereafter.

Without hesitation, Shirley accepted. This commitment meant she became busier, especially since her mentor's projects often involved international collaborations. It was during her trips abroad that she discovered her mentor's esteemed status as a visiting professor in foreign research institutes. During a two-month stay abroad, Shirley received a call from Mr. James, informing her of Abner's achievement. "He's not just made us proud; he's also the top of his class. However, I've noticed he's been staying late at school. Are you abroad by any chance?"

"Yes, Mr. James, I'm currently overseas."

"Do you and Abner not talk much? He seems to be probing about your schedule."

Shirley glanced at her phone. It wasn't that they didn't communicate; the time difference and her fear of disturbing Abner's rest often made her cautious about replying.

"I'm worried about affecting his rest. He's pushing himself too hard, barely sleeping."

Hearing about Abner's success, Mr. James couldn't hide his pride. He had faced skepticism for admitting Abner into his class but now felt a sense of vindication. "He keeps up like this, and he's a shoo-in for Solstice College."

After the call, Shirley dove back into her work. Meanwhile, back at school, the distribution of test papers caused a stir around Abner. Initially, he was just above average, notably struggling with French. Within a year, he had surged ahead.

As his classmates buzzed around him, Abner's thoughts were on Shirley. She'd been abroad for two months and had only sent three messages. He found a love letter in his desk, a common occurrence that barely registered to him anymore.

The classroom's atmosphere shifted as Mr. James entered with the grade rankings, making a point to commend Abner. "Shirley's thrilled about your achievement," he said, noticing Abner's subtle reaction. "You seem taller, hit 6'1" yet?"

Abner, focused on his growth, responded half-jokingly, "Still growing."

Mr. James laughed, mentioning Shirley's promise to call. The conversation left Abner with a sweet anticipation for his upcoming seventeenth birthday.

As the day neared, his classmates planned a celebratory gathering. "It's about time you joined us for a class party," they urged, promising an event that wouldn't cost him a dime.

The venue was a bar, an unusual choice for underage students but made possible by a wealthy classmate's connections. Ensuring their safety, the establishment's security kept a close eye, warding off any trouble.

Amid the vibrant scene, the high schoolers stood out, especially Abner, whose presence sparked interest, among other patrons.

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Frustrated by the interruptions, his wealthy classmate finally instructed the security to keep the onlookers at bay, allowing Abner and his friends to enjoy the celebration without further disturbance.