The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

“I’m going to find the homeroom teacher,” Song Min decided on the spot.

The homeroom teacher of the international class was in the office.

He had applied to review the answer sheet of that top student as soon as the scores were released.

Soon, the staff called him, saying the test paper had been retrieved.

The answer sheet was retrieved from the machine, and, to ensure fairness and justice, it did not display the school or the name.

The homeroom teacher of the international class only saw a clean, neatly arranged test paper.

All the multiple-choice questions were correct.

All the fill-in-the-blank questions were correct.

He paused for a moment, took the mouse, and clicked through to the major questions this student had answered.

There were a total of five major math questions, and the first three were still fine.

He had spent an entire weekend figuring out the last two questions and had even cross-referenced the answers; these two questions were beyond the syllabus of the international class, so he even prepared detailed explanations against the answers, to make sure the students would understand.

But seeing this student’s answers, he even felt a sense of “So that’s another way to solve it.”

The approach was different from the answers, and this student’s method was even clearer and easier to understand.

Pristine standard, every step of the reasoning was clearly written.

150.

Perfect score.

At first, he didn’t know what the top score was and thought the other person was only a point or two above Song Min. He wondered who this dark horse was, but he never imagined it would be 150, a perfect score!

Where on earth did this guy come from?!

Cheating?

The homeroom teacher of the international class hadn’t even considered it, not to mention the answer was different from the standard answer. The clarity of the logical process alone let him see the student’s potential value.

“Principal,” the homeroom teacher of the international class directly called the school principal, “The education bureau can pull up information on the person who came first in math, right? Send me that guy’s data.”

By the time Song Min and Bai Shaoqi arrived, the homeroom teacher had just hung up the phone.

“I knew you two would come,” the homeroom teacher took a deep breath, “That first place, 150, Song student, Bai student, I can only say that you two didn’t lose unfairly this time!”

“150?!” Song Min and Bai Shaoqi exclaimed simultaneously.

The homeroom teacher nodded, “Yes, with a score that terrifying, I think… this guy’s math might even match those from Jiangjing Affiliated Middle School.”

The name “Jiangjing Affiliated Middle School” might be very foreign to others.

But the people from No.1 High School were well aware.

“Are you talking about Liang Wuyu and them?” Song Min asked, almost in astonishment.

Even with his confidence, he had never thought about comparing himself with Liang Wuyu and his peers. That was a natural gap; after all, the Liang Family were top educational aristocrats, and the resources they had access to were different from the outset.

But Song Min had also never imagined that this person with a 150 score would be so highly regarded in the eyes of the homeroom teacher.

To be mentioned in the same breath as Liang Wuyu?

“Teacher, who is he, exactly?” Song Min couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“Still checking.”

Bai Shaoqi recovered her composure, her demeanor always elegant and her appearance lovely, finding it strange, “If his math is that good, why didn’t he make it into the top ten overall scores?”

After all, the top ten overall were from their class.

“He might be lopsided in his studies,” the homeroom teacher explained.

That was plausible, but for the time being, neither Song Min nor Bai Shaoqi had the mind to worry about how this person was lopsided in their studies.

Because that score of 150 had both of them utterly disconcerted.

When they returned to report to the class, and everyone heard the score of the first place, most of them exchanged looks—

First place, 150.

Second place, 130.

Third place, 126.

Some thoughts they dared not voice out loud.

Isn’t this a dimensionality reduction assault?

Since when did such an incredible person appear?

The homeroom teacher of the international class was also pondering this question until he finally received a phone call from the staff. The information and scores of the first-place student had been found, “Teacher, it has been sent to your email.”

The homeroom teacher quickly ended the call and logged into his email, indeed finding a new message.

He clicked it open right away.

The score of the student who had executed the dimensionality reduction assault sprang into his view.