CHAPTER 1456: CHAPTER 1457: FULL MARKS IN MATHEMATICS

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock. 90 points on the test, and zero on the essay. What does that mean? It means that except for the essay, everything else is a perfect score!

You just smiled calmly, "I know, I guessed as much."

"You can still smile about it!"

The Old Scholar wore a look of disappointment, holding the paper as he began to read:

"After he jumped, good news came: perfect essay—Preamble

The air of the college entrance exam is thin

No wind

I can only hear my own heartbeat

Begin deep breathing

Start to get inexplicably angry

Perfect essay

An ideal longing

Like a peanut

One shell with three kernels

I want to faint

Pretend to know nothing

Put down the pen, and then

Amidst the sympathetic gazes of many

Carried away

Can fall, but not like a meteor

Because tomorrow

I’ll be on the front page

Smile, make a smile

To the powerless fan overhead

To the crying parents

Please spin with the Earth again

As if

I had never been here!"

(Note: Lao Zhan, I wrote this in high school, don’t critique, need face.)

After the Old Scholar finished reading, the classroom was silent; most people still didn’t understand the poem’s intention.

Among them, Yu Zixiao’s lackey laughed out loud in public, "What nonsense is this, incomprehensible."

"What’s incomprehensible is you!" The Old Scholar directly glared at the lackey, then held up the paper to explain to the class, "Eight years ago, there was an incident in Yuhang City, a student fainted suddenly during the first Chinese exam of the college entrance examination, then failed to be admitted because he couldn’t participate in the exam, and committed suicide by poisoning three days later!"

As soon as he said this, everyone couldn’t help but gasp again, and at this time, even the smile on Yu Zixiao’s face gradually faded, as if he heard something.

"That child was a student of our Second Heights, also your senior. Student Li, if I’m not mistaken, this poem is to commemorate him, right?"

You shrugged, which was tantamount to admitting it.

"Tell me, why did you do this?" The Old Scholar stared straight at you, as if trying to see through your heart from your facial expression.

"Nothing, it’s just that his student number was the same as mine. And this fool once pursued my elder sister, but after being rejected by her, he went on a hunger strike for a few days and only went to take the college entrance examination after falling ill."

"Your elder sister is?"

"Li Qiyi."

Once the name was mentioned, the Old Scholar nodded, "So it was her, the top scorer in the college entrance exam eight years ago, except for 140 points in Chinese, everything else was full marks!"

"Hiss—"

At this moment, everyone except you and Yan Zisu couldn’t help but take several deep breaths; meanwhile, the expression on Yu Zixiao’s face changed continuously, making it impossible to see through his inner changes.

"The Li family is full of prodigies," the Old Scholar sighed again, "A modern poem, though not a masterpiece, at least it’s passable, with some substance, it’s just seriously off-topic!"

The Old Scholar slammed the lectern again, this time you saw it clearly; at the instant when the Old Scholar’s palm contacted the lectern, a peculiar Qi Force suddenly burst, instantly dissipating the force evenly, leaving only a small part lingering on the objects on the lectern, causing them to rise and fall steadily.

"Oh my, teacher, you can’t let your anger get the best of you at your age, be careful of your blood pressure."

"Ha!" The Old Scholar was genuinely amused, pointing at you with a threatening tone, "There won’t be a next time!"

You raised your right hand, made a gesture, and laughed, "Got it!"

First subject results, you: 90 points; Yu Zixiao: 125 points, a gap of 35 points suddenly opened up.

So that by the end of the Chinese class, Yu Zixiao’s two lackeys stood up, laughing at you sitting in the last row, "I say Li Muyun, there is still time to beg our class president for mercy."

"Begging for mercy or not, forget it, I’m quite looking forward to seeing Student Li jumping like a frog on the field naked, maybe this way it can cause a sensation throughout the school and even appear in the newspaper." Yu Zixiao, full of momentum, showed an increasingly arrogant victorious demeanor on his face.

And as the protagonist, you had already laid down on the desk, embroiled in your dreamy reverie.

The second subject was mathematics, and as soon as the math teacher entered the classroom, it was as if he had taken a stimulant, eagerly tearing open the manila envelope in his hands and excitedly addressing the students, "Class, as your math teacher, I’m delighted; this is the first time I’ve ever encountered two perfect scores in a monthly exam in all my years of teaching!"

"Wow, perfect score, who is it?" a student exaggerated.

One of Yu Zixiao’s lackeys immediately replied, "Who else could it be? The first is definitely Scholar Yan, as for the second, heh heh, of course, it’s our class president."

Hearing this, Yu Zixiao couldn’t help but smile and touch his nose, believing that his math score was indeed a perfect mark this monthly test. Thinking of this, Yu Zixiao turned to glance at Yan Zisu, who was sitting one seat away. Yan Zisu, as usual, was expressionlessly reading a book, occasionally looking up at the teacher.

The math teacher looked at Yu Zixiao, smiled, and said, "Zi Xiao did well too, but it wasn’t a perfect score."

"Not the class president, then who? The study committee member?"

Yu Zixiao, upon hearing this, then looked towards the study committee member sitting on his left. Although the study committee member wasn’t part of Yu Zixiao’s faction, they were on amicable terms, not interfering with each other. Seeing Yu Zixiao looking at him, the study committee member adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The math teacher kept the students in suspense, shaking his head as well, "It isn’t the study committee member either."

"Then it is the math class representative!"

A girl with thick black-frame glasses, somewhat plump, raised her head, seeing everyone looking at her, she immediately lowered her head without saying a word.

The math teacher waved his hand at the guessing students, "Alright, no need to guess, this student just transferred to our class."

As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned, including Yu Zixiao, who, usually composed, suddenly stood up, lost his cool, and shouted, "This is impossible!"

The math teacher raised the test paper in his hand, facing you sitting at the back of the room, "Student Li Muyun, come up and get your test paper."

"Oh."

You lazily yawned, stood up shakily, and walked towards the podium. After taking the paper, you looked up with bleary eyes, pointed at Yu Zixiao, and asked the math teacher, "Teacher, what’s this guy’s score?"

"Ah, Classmate Yu’s score, let me see." The math teacher glanced at the score sheet and said offhandedly, "Not bad, 135 points."

"Hmm, not bad." You laughed, that lazy demeanor looked extremely irksome to Yu Zixiao.

Yu Zixiao stared at you intently, murmuring coldly, "Don’t get too full of yourself; no matter what, I’m still 20 points ahead of you."