Chapter 482: Exams, and the Ultimate Destination—Gossip

Matt Damon's Apartment.

Ben Affleck, lounging on the sofa with a beer in hand while watching TV, suddenly received a call from Martin.

"Hello, Martin… Ah… Hmm… Okay, okay… I will… Don't worry… Bye!"

Hanging up, he noticed Matt Damon looking over. "Was that Martin? What did he want?"

Ben Affleck, with a mix of excitement and nervousness, replied, "Martin told me to carefully study Tim Burton's Batman films and the two classic Batman comics from the '80s—The Dark Knight Returns and The Killing Joke."

Matt Damon's eyes lit up. "Buddy, this is your chance! I heard Warner Bros. has already approved the Batman reboot, and Martin is likely writing the script. Looks like he recommended you for the role."

"You think so too? Haha, then I must be right! My chance has really come! Damn, I need to hit the comic book stores. I hope they still have those '80s issues available. Oh, and I need to find tapes of Burton's Batman movies…"

Ben Affleck's excitement was practically radiating off him.

"Don't forget to start training—Batman is a top-tier martial artist," Matt reminded him.

"You're right, I almost forgot! Looks like I'm going to be busy! Hahaha!"

In front of his best friend, Ben Affleck didn't bother hiding his elation.

"Good luck, man!" Matt Damon said sincerely.

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UCLA Exam Center

Located in downtown Los Angeles, UCLA's exam center serves as a testing site for high school students taking the SAT during exam season.

But today, the security was tighter than ever.

Because today, the superstar and billionaire Martin Myers would be taking his SAT here.

Some concerned parents had called the district government and the school, worried their kids would be distracted. Some even demanded that Martin be given a private testing room.

In response, the local police had to dispatch over a hundred officers to maintain order outside the test center.

It turned out to be a wise decision.

On exam day, early in the morning, hundreds of Martin's fans, along with paparazzi armed with cameras, had already gathered around the venue.

About forty minutes before the test was set to begin, the roar of an engine caught the crowd's attention. A blazing red Ferrari sped down the street, flanked by two Cadillac SUVs.

The crowd erupted, pushing forward toward the Ferrari.

The police formed a human barrier to keep order.

Several nimble reporters managed to squeeze through and sprint toward the car.

Just as they were about to get close, eight burly men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out of the Cadillacs, easily grabbing the reporters and tossing them back beyond the police line.

Martin stepped out of the Ferrari but didn't head straight into the test center. Instead, he approached the excited crowd and spoke loudly, "Everyone, I really appreciate your enthusiasm, but today is an exam day. Let's not disturb the other test-takers. Please disperse. And to my journalist friends, I won't be giving any interviews today—sorry you made the trip for nothing!"

His words were polite, yet somehow carried an undeniable authority. The crowd instinctively followed his instructions.

One by one, the fans dispersed, and the reporters left.

Parents and students who witnessed this couldn't help but marvel—

Martin's words actually worked?!

After dispersing the crowd, Martin entered the test center.

As he walked past, a few mothers—full-time housewives—couldn't hide their excitement. They were obsessed with Twilight and The Hunger Games, so seeing their idol in person was overwhelming.

Fortunately, they had enough self-restraint not to rush up to him for an autograph. Otherwise, their kids might have died of embarrassment!

Inside the test hall, the students stirred at the sight of Martin—especially the girls.

Blushing faces, starry eyes, pounding hearts—who knew what they were imagining?!

The test room had 26 students in total—14 girls and 12 boys.

Even the boys couldn't help but sneak glances at Martin. One student in the front row even raised his hand, seemingly about to greet him.

Before he could say anything, Martin casually gave him a high-five and said, "Alright, guys, let's focus on the test. No distractions."

Then he calmly walked to his seat, took out his exam supplies, and ignored the gazes around him.

Meanwhile, the housewives outside had started chatting.

"Oh my god, he's even more handsome up close! How does he have such flawless skin? No acne, no freckles at all?"

"His skin is perfect, like polished marble. Have you read The Hunger Games?"

"Of course! Martin is clearly a strong advocate for feminism. You can tell from Twilight and The Hunger Games. Both feature fiercely independent female leads!"

"His Ferrari is gorgeous. I heard it's a limited edition—only 599 in the world."

"That must've cost a fortune!"

"Oh, did you see the news? There were photos of Martin and Natalie having dinner together. Looks like our boy is quite the playboy…"

And just like that, their conversation drifted off into gossip.

Strangely enough, no matter where it starts, a conversation among housewives always seems to end in gossip.

Could it be that the ultimate destination of all things… is gossip?

[GodofReader: HAHAHAHAHAHA!]

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The SAT Exam

The SAT consists of two parts:

SAT 1 (Reasoning Test) – A standardized test assessing students' readiness for college-level education. A required component for applying to top U.S. universities.

SAT 2 (Subject Tests) – Assessments in specific subjects like math, physics, and chemistry. Most schools don't require SAT 2 scores unless specified for certain majors.

Today, Martin was taking the SAT 1.

As for SAT 2, he had already arranged an exemption with Harvard Law School—after all, law schools aren't particularly concerned with math or science scores.

Harvard Law had been eagerly anticipating Martin's enrollment. Don't be fooled into thinking American universities are completely fair.

In reality, celebrities, billionaires, and elites have a much easier time getting in than ordinary students.

Plus, if a family has an alumnus from a prestigious school, their children's admission chances increase significantly.

That's why so many American families have multiple generations attending the same elite universities.