John Sinclair exchanged a glance with Sebastian Winn, then started clapping.
"Claire, you’re amazing!"
The two were completely absorbed in Claire Green’s words; if this was the top score, it ant Claire was a hidden academic genius.
The second exam soon began, with the sa approach and expressions, shocking John and Sebastian into actually focusing on their tests,
until every subject was finished. By then, they were numbed, giving Claire a thumbs up.
Claire chuckled softly, pulled up her collar, and slumped onto her desk to catch up on sleep.
Isabella Xyler initially wanted to ask her how she did, but as soon as she returned to the classroom, she saw Claire was already asleep.
"How did you guys do?" she whispered.
John Sinclair crossed his legs, sounding indifferent, "Just alright."
He knew his own results, figuring if he passed, that would be good enough.
Sebastian nodded too; he and John were about the sa, as long as the grades were passable.
However, he glanced at the sleeping person and excitedly exclaid, "But Claire probably did well."
Isabella thought she was hearing things; she knew every word he said, but couldn’t understand them together.
Claire doing well, doesn’t that an she slept enough?
"What do you an," Isabella asked, puzzled.
"Claire filled out every answer sheet today, you should’ve seen how surprised the invigilator was."
Sebastian quietly recounted the day’s examination process to her, and after hearing it, Isabella looked at them speechlessly. Was she the only one who thought Claire was up to another trick?
At this point, John added with a laugh, "Claire said she could get first place."
Alright then.
Isabella was pretty sure these two’s intelligence had lapsed; they should know even last place is technically first.
...
This monthly exam was the first large-scale test since school started, and the teachers grading the papers were very ticulous, starting to mark the exams that very night.
Then, while marking one paper, a teacher’s expression froze, and he angrily exclaid, "This is just nonsense."
The previously silent teachers grading other subjects were startled and all looked up.
Grace Carter had a strong premonition when she saw this but asked softly, "Mr. Liu, what’s the matter?"
Seeing her speak, Mr. Liu snorted, slapping the paper on the desk and angrily saying,
"It’s your class’s Claire Green; take a look at what she’s done."
With that,
all the subject teachers beca curious and stood up to take a look. When they saw the content of the paper, they laughed.
"You have to admit, the drawing is quite lively."
The horoom teacher of Class Five coughed into their hand, eyes full of kind amusent.
At this mont, Grace’s face was flushed with sha, thinking she would have been better off sleeping.
"Mr. Liu, don’t get angry; they’re at that rebellious age, just give her the grade," another teacher patted Mr. Liu’s shoulder, advising.
Mr. Liu, puffing with anger, directly scored it with a zero, muttering, "This paper doesn’t even need grading."
From then on, whenever the teachers ca across Claire Green’s paper, they couldn’t help but chuckle; this girl was truly amusing.
...
The next day, the monthly exam rankings were posted on the bulletin board. The area was crowded with people, and Sebastian struggled to squeeze in, looking for their scores.
Others might have been looking from the top down, but he started from the bottom up.
When he saw the na and score of the last place, he internally cursed, didn’t even check his score, and rushed back to the classroom.
John saw him panting heavily, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "How’d it go, what’s Claire’s rank?"
Sebastian glanced at Claire’s expression, hesitant to say anything.
Rembering Claire obediently filling the papers yesterday and claiming she’d get first, would she be upset knowing she was at the bottom?
Claire raised her eyes, seeing his expression already ntally exaggerating it, said plainly, "Just say it."
"Claire’s last," Sebastian said with eyes closed.
What? John jerked his head but found Claire not surprised by this result.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, "Didn’t you say first place, Claire?"
Upon hearing.
Claire raised an eyebrow, her pale wrist supporting her face, lazily responding, "Isn’t this first?"
John was montarily at a loss for words; whatever you say goes, who would’ve thought you ant last?
From the front, Isabella burst out laughing, mockingly looking at him, "You two have negative IQs."
In Class One, Rae Zander loudly praised upon knowing Olivia Song’s results, "Olivia, you’re third in the whole grade again, amazing!"
Others chid in, "Yeah, Olivia’s grades are really good."
"First in class, third in the grade, I’d love to have that brain."
Each person complinted in turn, and Olivia’s vanity was satisfied. She smiled brightly and said,
"You’re exaggerating, everyone did great."
"You’re too modest; this monthly exam had soone whose results are just an eyesore," Rae sneered with scorn, "Claire Green scored zero across all subjects, dead last."
Olivia’s eyes flickered with pride, she really is just mud that can’t stick to walls.
"Don’t say that, Claire might have just underperford this ti," she gently started to defend.
Rae scoffed, "I think it’s her true ability, just a loser."
...
Lawrence White walked into the classroom, placing the papers on the teacher’s desk, supporting himself with both hands, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone below.
Finally, his gaze rested on one person.
He picked up the top paper and slowly called out, "Claire Green."
Claire looked up lazily and responded, "What’s up, teacher?"
Hearing this, Lawrence smiled slightly and nodded, "I want to ask how you managed to avoid all correct answers on thirty multiple-choice questions, scoring nothing."
Claire let out a light laugh, shifted to a more relaxed posture, saying, "Maybe I have a unique talent."
This one sentence made everyone laugh; of course, a big shot would use talent like that.
On the podium, Lawrence’s mouth twitched before proceeding to the second question.
He held up the test paper and asked, "Can you explain what this is?"
Everyone saw the paper and couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter.
Claire’s delicate eyebrows arched, her whole being relaxed, with a mischievous grin on her lips.
She playfully replied, "A portrait for the teacher."
Lawrence’s hand shook slightly, holding the paper, thinking you call this oddly shaped thing a portrait.
"So that’s why you weren’t sleeping."
Upon hearing.
Claire leisurely shook her head, propping her chin up, half-smiling, "Could be."
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