Chapter 32: You Wicked Woman, How Could You...

"What about you?" Ye Luo asked offhandedly.

Qian Xiaoxing smiled shyly and scratched his head. "A bit better than you all."

"How much is that?"

"My total score always exceeds eighty."

Ye Luo: "............"

Ye Luo had wanted to ask what the highest score in the class usually was, curious just how bad the grades really were. But before she could, the bell rang for class, and the homeroom teacher, Jiang Dabao, walked in holding a stack of exam papers.

Jiang Dabao entered with delight. "Six people today? That's a surprise! Very good!"

Ye Luo: "……"

Jiang Dabao, his round body rolling up to the lectern, began unwrapping the papers as he continued, "Given how few students we have for every exam, I'll be proctoring all the tests myself today. Come up and collect your exam papers, no need to make me hand them out, it's a bother."

Ye Luo: "……"

It was a minor exam, not very formal, meant to be finished in a day, taken right in the classroom. In the morning, they would sit for Chinese and Math; in the afternoon, Foreign Language and Science.

The science paper included Physics, Chemistry, and Biology.

But no matter what subject it was, Ye Luo only needed a glance to instantly know the answers.

She picked a few questions at random, estimating that she could score twenty or thirty points per subject, roughly matching the class's standard. She stopped writing after that.

Seeing Ye Luo put down her pen barely two minutes into each exam, Qiao Qingyang's heart sank bit by bit. She lay on her desk, gazing at Ye Luo with a look that grew increasingly aggrieved.

It was as if she were saying, "How could you, wicked woman, compete with me for last place?"

Ye Wuqi, Yan Baba, and Lei Xingxing also watched Ye Luo. Not aggrieved, but silently accusing: "You promised not to compete with the beauty for last place…"

Ye Luo: "……"

By the time all the exams were finished, night had fallen.

Throughout both morning and afternoon, Ye Luo never kicked Qian Xiaoxing's chair even once. Qian Xiaoxing wasn't aggrieved or accusatory, just worried, afraid Ye Luo might really snatch away last place.

Ye Luo: "……"

Honestly, you all…

Class 19 had so few people that the papers could be graded same day. Chinese and Math were done by noon, Foreign Language by afternoon, and now only Science remained. Jiang Dabao said he needed fifteen minutes to grade it, and asked them to wait for their results.

So, Ye Luo didn't leave right after the exams, but stayed in the classroom with Ye Wuqi and the others to wait for the scores.

When the results came out, Ye Luo realized that Class 19's ranking was actually arranged from last place up to first, the scores steadily increasing as you went down—

1: Qiao Qingyang, Chinese 5, Math 3, Foreign Language 7, Science 2, Total 17;
2: Ye Wuqi, Chinese 6, Math 6, Foreign Language 6, Science 6, Total 24;

She saw Qiao Qingyang listed first, with a total score of only 17—not even breaking 20…

Then she noticed Ye Wuqi, scoring only 6 points in every subject. Ye Luo was speechless.

The old ancestor's grades were actually this bad…

And when she saw Qian Xiaoxing's total of 86, indeed exceeding eighty again, Ye Luo didn't know what to say. Couldn't he exceed it by just a bit more?

She had no desire at all to be first.

To be first with such a paltry score was honestly humiliating.

Ye Luo's feelings were extraordinarily complex.

If she had known that Qian Xiaoxing's "always over eighty" meant his total never broke ninety, she would have scored only ten points in each subject, letting Qian Xiaoxing take first place.