The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

The number of students gathered outside the corridor did not decrease; on the contrary, it increased.

Every time get out of class ends, a huge crowd gathers at the school gate, whether it's a senior or a freshman.

The homeroom teachers couldn't get rid of them no matter what they tried.

Even some teachers who didn't have classes stood at a distance.

Everyone held their breath, as if they could feel the invisible pressure through the walls.

"It's been more than three hours... and there's still no sound from inside."

"Nonsense, with several powerful figures watching, who would dare to make a move?"

"Do you think Fu Hua can finish it? I heard the questions are really hard!"

"Who knows... But judging from this momentum, I think even if she doesn't get as amazing a score as last time, just being able to answer most of them will be pretty impressive..."

"That's true. In this kind of environment, you've already won if you don't break down mentally."

Public opinion is undergoing a subtle shift.

The possibility of cheating is present in extremely harsh environments.

When compressed to almost zero,

People began to focus on the event itself—

What kind of real strength does this transfer student named Fu Hua possess?

Fu Hua, inside the examination room, had already finished the math paper.

We are currently working on the ingenious bonus question that Professor Yan specifically added.

The corners of her mouth curved into a barely perceptible, very faint arc, tinged with contemplation and interest.

For her, this exam was more than just a battle to prove her innocence.

It was also an interesting test of abilities.

She was completely absorbed in it, without any distractions.

In Class 6, the chalk broke into a third piece on the blackboard.

"So this parabola..."

The voice of the homeroom teacher, Zhao Kuan, wavered for a moment.

He unconsciously drew a question mark next to the function graph.

But his eyes darted out the window—to the corridor leading to the conference room.

No students pointed out that he had drawn it wrong.

Chen Zhe kept twirling the pen with his fingers, and the pen cap flew off and hit Zhao Meng on the head.

Zhao Meng didn't yell back as usual; he just rubbed his head and continued staring at the clock hanging at the classroom door.

"Twenty minutes left."

Zhang Wen's deskmate, Li Juan, whispered that a corner of her eraser had been chipped off.

A suffocating tension permeated the entire Ding class.

This is not an ordinary exam—

This was the first time someone from their "bad class" had been thrust into the center of the school's public opinion.

For the first time, someone needs to prove "we can do it too".

Zhao Kuan abandoned the lecture, put down the chalk, and wiped the sweat from his palms: "Everyone... study on your own."

Surprisingly, no one took the opportunity to speak or pass notes.

Zhou Tao, the PE student who always slept in the back row, and Zhang Meng, the PE committee member, both sat ramrod straight.

The usually noisiest boys were quietly flipping through their books—even though they were holding them upside down.

At 11:50, a gasp came from the end of the corridor.

"They're out!"

It was as if a start button had been pressed in Class 6 of Ding, and everyone stood up at the same time.

The screeching sounds of tables and chairs scraping against the floor filled the air.

Before Zhao Kuan could speak, the students had already surged toward the door.

In the corridor, Fu Hua and Zhang Wen walked in, surrounded by several proctors.

Professor Yan walked at the front, carrying a file folder in his hand, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Fu Hua remained calm and nodded slightly to the classmates who gathered around her.

"How is it?"

Chen Zhe squeezed to the front, his voice strained.

Zhang Wen had been staring at the exam paper, and now her eyes were dry and sore.

My arms and wrists ached all over, and my stomach was growling with hunger.

"Whatever, the exams are finally over, I'm exhausted."

Zhang Wen shouted, "I urgently need braised pork knuckle, hot and sour fish, and braised pork belly!"

The students in Class 6 immediately turned their attention to the proctor.

The teachers looked at Fu Hua with a mixture of shock and scrutiny.

There was also a kind of awe-inspiring admiration.

This seems like a good sign!

"Three hours and forty minutes to complete four sets of more difficult test papers."

The head of academic affairs murmured, as if speaking to himself, "In my twenty years of proctoring exams, this is the first time I've seen a student solve problems this quickly..."

I thought this proctoring session would take a whole day.

Even with this speed, it's quite remarkable.

Fu Hua was surrounded by her classmates, her brown wooden bracelet peeking out from her wrist.

That unique fragrance mingled with the excited scent of a young man's sweat.

"Make way! Make way! A hero has arrived!"

Zhao Meng, having learned the words from who-knows-where, led the way in a gruff voice.

More than twenty students from Class 6 surrounded Fu Hua and Zhang Wen as they rushed towards the cafeteria.

It forms an eye-catching scenic line.

Several students from Class A stood not far away, holding their lunchboxes, watching this scene with complicated expressions.

Someone tried to say something, but was pulled back by their companion—

The school leaders are grading the exam papers in their office; the results will be out soon.

Saying anything now would seem foolish.

It's not too late for them to laugh at us properly and thoroughly when the results come out.

When Liu, the cafeteria worker serving food, saw this scene...

With a tremor of his hand, he scooped two extra spoonfuls of braised pork for Fu Hua: "Honey, you must be tired from the exam, eat more!"

Mr. Liu is the brother-in-law of Zhao Kuan, the homeroom teacher.

He knew about this as well.

His judgment is always accurate; this little girl looks composed and has literary talent.

Chen Zhe tried to swipe his meal card, but Zhao Meng shoved him aside, saying, "I'll do it! Don't try to take it from me today!"

Fu Hua was forced to sit at the large table in the center of the cafeteria.

Soon, the table in front of him was piled high with the dishes his classmates had "contributed"—chicken legs, ribs,

Some people even went to the convenience store and bought a lot of soda to celebrate the end of the exam.

"you……"

Fu Hua's throat tightened slightly.

The results aren't even out yet, and they're already acting like this...

If I really fail the exam, I'll feel really bad for letting them down.

"Don't talk, eat!"

Li Juan shoved the chopsticks into her hand, her eyes sparkling, "No matter what the result is, if you dare to retake the exam today, you'll be the one in our Class 6—"

She gave a thumbs up.

Class monitor Li Qiang and the academic representative echoed each other's sentiments.

Zhang Wen sat down next to Fu Hua and whispered, "I think they started to get nervous the moment you entered the exam room."

According to Chen Zhe, Teacher Zhao completely lost his way in the third lesson, producing a string of gibberish when solving equations on the blackboard.

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

There was relief and pride in that laughter.

There is also a sense of intimacy from having gone through hardships together.

Fu Hua lowered her head and ate a mouthful of rice, her eyes welling up with tears.

For the first time, I felt a sense of belonging to Class 6.

The phone in the principal's office rang sharply.

The principal answered the phone, and after listening for a few sentences, his expression changed drastically: "What? Are you sure?... Yes, yes, I'll notify the parents immediately!"

His hand trembled slightly as he put down the phone and looked at Professor Yan sitting on the sofa: "Perfect score, all perfect scores."

Professor Yan nodded; he had personally graded the math exams.

Professor Yan said he was not surprised by the result.

The head of the teaching department and several other teachers who graded the exams personally delivered the original exam papers.

The head of the Chinese language group couldn't help but exclaim, "The essay is so well written, so very well written! It stays right on topic and far exceeds the depth of thought and experience that a high school student should have. It's remarkable!"

Comparable to a model essay!

Even she herself couldn't write such an excellent essay.

The other subject group leaders all found no faults in the entire test paper.

They couldn't even find a reason to deduct 0.5 points.

Principal Gao gasped.

Two consecutive perfect scores in all subjects!

Is Minghua High School really only home to one genius?