"Yuan'er! No! How could you surpass Tang Siwen?!"

"Don't go and embarrass yourself; you're already bewitched!"

"It's okay to lose the punishment; just don't go!"

"Huh?" He Sijiao reacted even more genuinely, poking Zhou Fu in front of her and whispering, "Is he that anonymous guy? Did you let him copy yours?"

"How could he be higher than me if I let him copy..." Zhou Fu smiled awkwardly, then added in explanation, "I'm only at the 120-ish level."

Zhou Fu's total score was over 580, which might be okay in this class, but it was quite ordinary in Eleventh High, which was full of strong students.

Originally, she could have entered Class Three. It wasn't as she said, that Classes Two and Three were already full. But Eleventh High had such unwritten rules—the transferee's grades had to be ten points higher than the class's average.

Class One's average was 648, and they didn't allow anyone to use connections to get in.

Class Two's average was 610; connections could be used, but the score had to reach at least the average.

Class Three's average was 598; normally, it required 608 points, but this class had a lot of students who got in through connections, and the minimum was 580-ish.

She could barely have transferred in, but if she went in with that score, she would basically be at the bottom. As soon as she took an exam, she would quickly be recognized as someone who got in through connections...

Therefore, Zhou Fu had her mother go through the normal admission process, and she was assigned to Class 18, which was third from the bottom in science.

Of course, Eleventh High was, after all, on the edge of being a prestigious school, and her score wasn't considered a top student.

Tang Siwen was a full thirty points higher than her.

Actually, if she could, she would like to transfer to a worse school, a worse class, so that at least she could have the label of 'academic genius.'

Tang Siwen, like herself, didn't fit in, but she seemed to be... more likable.

"It's Chen Yuan, who steals people's roasted sausage and almost ate my bun!"

Seeing Chen Yuan walk towards the podium, Tang Siwen tensed up vigilantly, taking it very seriously.

No, you can note down that he ate your bun.

Why are you still talking about it when he didn't eat it?

This little fairy is really weird.

"Anonymous, 140 points." When handing the paper to Chen Yuan, Lao Mo (Old Mo) glared sternly and said, "You did well. Don't write your name during the college entrance exam either."

Yes, yes, yes, you're right.

"Damn, Chen Yuan got 140, higher than Tang Siwen."

"This guy used to struggle to get 120."

"Did he cram during the summer vacation?"

"A bit strange; did he cheat?"

Everyone was genuinely shocked. After all, the throne of the first place in math was basically monopolized by Tang Siwen and had never changed hands.

And Chen Yuan, let alone challenge Tang Siwen, had never even entered the same realm as her.

Chen Yuan, Power of Numbers, Stage Three! Level: Low.

Tang Siwen, Power of Numbers, Stage Nine! Level: High.

"Mom, betrayal... betrayal..." Biting his school uniform collar, Zhou Yu nearly choked, wishing all this wasn't true.

"Zhou Yu, 89, no dinner tomorrow. Those who fail can only eat 5.9 portions full."

Wishing all this wasn't true x2.

"Tang Jian, 108."

"Li Youyou, 94, regressed almost twenty points, almost worse than Zhou Yu."

"Zhou Fu: 126."

……

……

After the test papers were distributed, the class's scores this time weren't bad; they could only be said to have performed normally. Of course, no matter how they did, Lao Mo would sarcastically say, "What are you laughing at? You must have done very well," because this sentence was a directional skill used to knock down students who didn't perform well.

As for his own 140 this time, Lao Mo also gave affirmation.

"As expected of a girl from Fourth High; she was actually able to teach Chen Yuan to this score."

No, are you affirming Xia Xinyu?

Look at me more, Lao Mo!

"Bro, remember to change into a more presentable outfit when you return to the dorm. Find your ID card in advance."

When passing Zhou Yu, Chen Yuan reached out and patted him on the shoulder. At the same time, he revealed three parts mockery, three parts mockery, three parts mockery, and one part mockery in his eyes, completely crushing Zhou Yu, this camel.

"Wuwuwu..."

Failing with a score of 89 was hopeless, but he really didn't understand how Chen Yuan had improved so quickly.

There was only one truth—that little chef from Fourth High was teaching him math by hand every night.

Thinking like this... it's even more hopeless.

"That's amazing, 140 points." After Chen Yuan took his seat, Zhou Fu applauded silently in praise.

"Not bad, not bad." Chen Yuan made a gesture of concession, clasping his fist in his palm.

"But why didn't you write your name?" Zhou Fu asked curiously.

"Deliberate foreshadowing, just to create this effect."

"Then why did I see your legs shaking when Teacher Mo was scolding you..."

"Okay, skip this topic."

Why do you only pay attention to this kind of thing?

Are you really a Yuan fan?

"The scores are all out; there are quite a few people in the 120-point range, but you guys should think about it. If you got back those points you carelessly lost, wouldn't you have at least 130?"

"You can take a look at Zhang Zhuo's test paper; he didn't lose a single point on the basic questions. That's what you call a solid foundation."

"Everyone says the questions this time were difficult, but is it difficult for you? The basic questions are still very basic. For the real top-notch question, the second part of question 21, only Tang Siwen answered it correctly. Everyone can go see how she did it during the break."

"Also, a special commendation for one person."

Speaking of this, everyone turned their attention to Chen Yuan, but Lao Mo didn't look at him at all, unlike when he praised Tang Siwen, where his gaze shifted. Facing the crowd directly, he said, "Chen Yuan only got a score of 100-ish on the last exam, which was the final exam of the first semester of his junior year. And this time, he got all the points for all the basic questions, and even tried to challenge the second part of question 21 and got two points for the process."

"What does this show?"

It shows I'm awesome.

"It shows that diligence can make up for deficiencies."

You f*cker...

Chen Yuan almost used Dust Shield on Lao Mo.

"There are also students in the class who commute from home. You usually go home after school. There's no teacher supervising you, and some students even live in single apartments, and their parents can't supervise you either." This time, Lao Mo glanced at Chen Yuan and continued, "Learning is for yourself."

On this point, Lao Mo was right.

Even Chen Yuan agreed.

Lao Mo superficially understood his progress as being cautious when alone and diligent.

But Chen Yuan also knew that before meeting Xia Xinyu, he could indeed even deceive himself.

And now, even the most dick disgusting English, he can learn.

Of course, his way of saying things isn't too good yet.

"You study by yourselves, correct the wrong questions." After Lao Mo finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom with the two halves of the practice questions and shouted, "Chen Yuan, Tang Siwen, come out."

"Bro, if he interrogates you about cheating, just confess, wuwuwu..." Grabbing Chen Yuan's hand, Zhou Yu was in tears.

"Get my ID ready, bro."

"Wuwuwu, okay, bro."

Chen Yuan left the classroom and closed the door by the way.

"Why close the door? Open it." Lao Mo glanced and said.

"Oh... I thought you were going to give us special treatment."

"Tsk." Lao Mo almost wanted to give Chen Yuan a flick on the forehead.

Why are you so glib?

What do you mean by special treatment?

"This was specially obtained by the principal from Fourth High. Don't spread it around. Do it yourself. If you don't understand, ask me. You two can also exchange ideas."

Lao Mo handed the two photocopied versions of the Olympiad math practice questions to the two of them and instructed them in a low voice.

"Why not from our Eleventh High?"

"Where did you get such a strong sense of school honor? Can Eleventh High compare to Fourth High?"

Lao Mo is purely a traitor to Eleventh High. The moon of Fourth High is rounder than that of Eleventh High, right?

"But Chen Yuan commutes from home; how can I exchange ideas with him?" Tang Siwen asked, puzzled.

She was referring to the evening self-study session, because at that time, the students who commuted from home had all gone home, so if they were exchanging ideas, students could switch seats. But Chen Yuan was also a commuter, so the two most important hours weren't compatible.

"You can do it during lunch or during the break. If you think there's not enough time..." Lao Mo coughed twice and said in a low voice, "You can also contact each other on QQ."

"I understand."

Tang Siwen nodded, indicating that she understood.

Then, Lao Mo turned his head, preparing to lecture Chen Yuan.

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Chen Yuan extending his hands in horror, as if blocking something.

Turning his head, he saw Tang Siwen pulling half of her phone out of her pocket: "I haven't added Chen Yuan yet..."

"Hmm?"

Looking at Chen Yuan, who was hurriedly blocking her hand, and then looking at the class teacher, who mechanically turned his face away, as if fighting something, Tang Siwen slowly typed out a question mark.