C21 Full Score

Su Qiyue waited with serene confidence.

She had faith in Ye Feng.

Liu Ming glanced at Ye Feng's score and instinctively started to read it aloud, "One..."

But as the digit nearly escaped his lips, his eyes bulged in astonishment, as though he had witnessed something both shocking and inconceivable. He found himself at a loss for words for quite some time.

Yet, those around him caught the beginning of his exclamation.

"1 point."

Laughter erupted from someone in the room.

"1 point. I really did underestimate Ye Feng. I figured he might score 3 points, but he only got 1. Is he trying to kill us with laughter?"

"What's this score good for? Playing the card game 'landlord'? Hahaha..."

"I'm impressed. Ye Feng is truly a hero, a prodigy. If it were me, I couldn't have managed such a score. Even guessing randomly on multiple-choice questions would get me at least a dozen points. Hahaha..."

Through it all, Su Qiyue remained composed.

"100 points!"

Liu Ming, clutching Ye Feng's exam, suddenly bellowed, silencing the entire classroom.

"Ye Feng, 100 points."

He repeated, even rubbing his eyes as if to confirm he wasn't mistaken.

The smirks on the others' faces solidified and then vanished, as though they had seen a ghost.

"How can this be?"

Liu Ming wiped his eyes repeatedly, but the score remained a vivid red hundred, and the name "Ye Feng" was unmistakably clear beside it.

The score had him sweating bullets.

Seeing Liu Ming's disheveled appearance,

those who had just sneered at Ye Feng now sported looks of utter distaste, as if they had swallowed something vile. Where had their earlier mirth gone?

They had been mocking Ye Feng for his low score,

confident and reassured that no matter how poorly they did, they would still be above Ye Feng's bottom-rung result.

But now?

Ye Feng had achieved a perfect score.

While most of them had only managed to scrape together a measly ten or twenty points, with just a handful scoring in the fifties or sixties, their scores paled in comparison to Ye Feng's full marks.

And yet, they had dared to laugh at Ye Feng.

Every head was bowed in shame.

Embarrassed, they hesitated to approach the podium.

Ye Feng confidently strode up, retrieved the exam paper, and offered a casual smile to a visibly tense Liu Ming, saying, "Thanks."

But no sooner had he settled back into his seat than Su Qiyue pounced, snatching the paper from his grasp.

With a smile, she remarked, "You really pulled it off."

Su Qiyue examined the test paper repeatedly, then carefully folded it and tucked it away in her drawer. Turning to Ye Feng with a smile, she declared, "I'm going to keep this paper."

Ye Feng responded with a smile of his own.

"Perhaps he cheated. How could someone who usually scores so low suddenly achieve a perfect score?"

Out of nowhere, someone blurted out the accusation.

"Exactly! How could Ye Feng possibly score a perfect mark? Even Su Qiyue, our goddess, didn't get a perfect score. It's even less likely for Ye Feng."

"He definitely cheated."

The murmurs grew louder and more frequent. Liu Ming turned to Ye Feng, his tone accusatory, "Your usual grades are dismal, and yet, on such a difficult test, you managed a perfect score."

"That's impossible."

Su Qiyue rose to her feet, her expression frosty as she retorted sharply.

"That's a baseless accusation."

"Liu Ming, you've lost. It's time for you to resign as class teacher."

Facing the crowd, Su Qiyue's words made Liu Ming's face contort with displeasure. He glared at Ye Feng and barked,

"I will pose a problem on the blackboard now."

"If you're truly capable, you'll solve it."

"But if you've plagiarized, you'll obviously fail to do so."

His challenge was met with nods of agreement from the crowd, "Great idea. I bet Ye Feng won't be able to solve it. He must have cheated."