The East Sea Class made a face at Fang Yui: "Are you jealous of our good grades and perfect predictions?"
"Jealous? With Wang Xin on our side, do we need to be jealous of you losers? Just wait and see—"
Fang Yui snapped back, but just as she was halfway through, a few wet leaves sared with bird droppings appeared from nowhere under her feet.
She slipped and fell into a split!
"Ahhh—!"
Unbelievably, the bird droppings ended up right in the middle of her split.
The East Sea Class couldn’t hold back, snickering: "Please don’t make noise, teacher!"
Fang Yui: "..."
Damn, does she have a grudge against birds?!
Beside her, Wang Xin was stunned, unable to assist her, his mind a chaotic ss haunted by East Sea Class’s flawless predictions.
How could their reverse-engineered predictions be so accurate, what kind of monster is Zuzi after all!
He refused to believe that Zuzi could predict the hardest question in tomorrow’s comprehensive exams?
==
During the two-hour lunch break, the East Sea Class didn’t leave the school. Instead, they ate in the cafeteria, chatting as they ate.
Excited by their conversation, they skipped their nap and reviewed math formulas before heading back into battle!
In the corridor, they encountered the Nanshan Class, who, exhausted from the morning’s Chinese essay torture, wondered: What kind of adrenaline are these losers on? Is there no justice?
Do they honestly think just a couple of months of effort before the exams and a few days of cramming can change the fate of failures?
Upon receiving the math exam paper, Wang Xin’s mood significantly improved.
His math was always steady, and this year’s exam was quite basic, perfect for him to score high.
Focused, he finally felt the rhythm of the exam, writing furiously.
With just ten minutes left until the submission.
He glanced around the classroom and saw the East Sea Class frowning, seemingly struggling with the questions.
And that damn Zuzi, has she been roasted? Twirling her pen idly with one hand, not answering any questions, her gaze looking out the window at the bustling streets.
Struggling students behave just like this!
All-subject perfect scores are a joke.
Wang Xin sneered.
And he, just by solving the final equation, could score at least 145 out of 150 points... this is the difference between a top student and a struggling one.
Suddenly.
A hand patted him on the shoulder.
"Don’t bother ."
He instinctively flicked the hand away.
But the other person said coldly: "Student, stop writing and co out for a mont!"
Wang Xin’s spine stiffened. He looked up to see the invigilator staring at him solemnly.
"Teacher, can I just finish the last question?"
"No."
"Why?"
"You’re suspected of cheating."
The invigilator held a piece of worn yellow paper, looking at him disdainfully.
"Don’t disturb the other students, co out!"
Wang Xin realized it was his "Pass Every Exam" talisman, which he had no idea had fallen to the floor. His heart slightly relieved.
He eagerly explained to the invigilator in the corridor: "Teacher, my family got this from a temple. It’s just a good luck charm to ensure success in exams, not a cheat sheet. You see, only four words are there, in the Seal Script—Pass Every Exam..."
The invigilator coldly interrupted him: "I’m not blind; I can read Empire characters."
Unfolding the talisman, several lines of math formulas were written boldly in ink inside!
Wang Xin was stunned.
When did he write formulas in it? Was it really him? Did he confuse the talisman for scratch paper during the lunch break?
In a muddle, he didn’t even get a chance to defend himself, as the invigilator directly announced: "Your math exam results are nullified, leave the exam hall imdiately!"
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