Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

"In a sense, the simulated experience is like me foreseeing the future," An Zeliang thought to himself as he went to the cafeteria for a meal.

He's currently quite well-off financially, so he ordered several dishes of the food he wanted.

As for the brothel, take your time, there's no rush.

After lunch, An Zeliang headed towards the classroom.

The lunch break at Sakura National High School is only 50 minutes. This is why many students bring their own lunch to school.

Of course, a significant number of students don't bring their own lunch. However, the food in the cafeteria isn't cheap, and it doesn't taste as good as food cooked at home.

Back in class, An Zeliang dozed off at his desk for a while.

The school bell rang.

During the first class, An Zeliang dozed off and listlessly looked out the window, his gaze fixed on the students having physical education class on the playground.

The late spring wind was somewhat noisy, giving him a sense of being in another world. It was as if he had returned to his high school days.

Youth has returned.

The second period was a math exam.

After distributing the test papers, the math teacher said, "Alright, start answering the questions."

The math teacher wore glasses and looked like a meticulous and serious old teacher.

After the students received their exam papers, they fell silent.

Like his classmates, An Zeliang flipped through the test paper. He found that every question was very simple, and he no longer had that feeling of scratching his head and wanting to peek at the answers of the students at the next table.

"Is this what it feels like to be a top student? The feeling is completely different." An Zeliang thought to himself, and then began to answer the questions quickly.

I finished the exam early and went out to collect points.

The year's worth of learning experience was extremely useful; An Zeliang could answer questions faster than he could copy them. Copying at least required looking at the paper, but An Zeliang now didn't need to look at it at all; he could write out every question without taking much time.

His academic experience in getting into the University of Tokyo can only be described as genius.

An Zeliang wrote on the test paper very quickly, the pen making a 'rustling' sound as it scratched against the paper. So much so that the students at the next table couldn't help but cast puzzled glances at him.

What is he doing?

Is this speed at the pace of taking a test?

The unusual noises in the quiet classroom also caught the attention of the math teacher.

The old teacher adjusted his glasses and looked at An Zeliang seriously. But he noticed that the student was staring intently and hadn't hidden any notes, so it didn't seem like plagiarism.

"Has this person given up and is just writing nonsense?" the math teacher reasoned, drawing on his extensive teaching experience.

After all, this student wasn't a top student. His speed in answering the questions was clearly unusual.

An Zeliang finished the exam in about twenty minutes.

"A year of learning experience has been so useful." An Zeliang picked up the test paper, looked at the full answer sheet, and was amazed by his own knowledge.

He's now guaranteed a place at the University of Tokyo.

No matter what happens in the future, things won't go too badly.

In a good mood, An Zeliang stood up, walked to the podium amidst the puzzled looks of his classmates, and handed in his test paper.

"Teacher, may I leave now?" An Zeliang asked after handing in his paper early.

The math teacher paused for a moment, not responding immediately, his gaze fixed on the test paper in his hand.

He's a principled teacher; even if you hand in your paper early, you can't leave. Especially not a paper with scribbled-out answers!

then.

The math teacher carefully checked the test paper, intending to criticize the student's behavior by pointing out the wrong answers.

But as the teacher read the exam paper, his serious expression gradually changed, and even with his glasses on, the shock that slowly surfaced in his eyes was visible.

They actually answered all the questions.

Moreover, I couldn't find any wrong answers.

The teacher flipped the test paper to the other side and checked it carefully again, finding that it was still completely correct.

This……

how can that be!

There were even many problems that he hadn't taught himself, but An Zeliang used them very skillfully.

"teacher?"

An Zeliang reminded him again, and only then did the math teacher come to his senses.

He looked at An Zeliang with a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he wanted to remember this classmate's face. Then he slowly said, "Well, An Zeliang, you can leave now."

His principles can be flexible when dealing with gifted students.

genius!

In the eyes of a math teacher, someone who can finish a test so quickly and get everything right is definitely a genius.

As An Zeliang walked away, the students in the class immediately started discussing among themselves.

They couldn't understand why their usually serious math teacher would let them hand in their papers early.

"Quiet! Answer the questions carefully!"

The math teacher tapped on the desk, looked at the group of puzzled students, picked up An Zeliang's test paper and said, "If any of you are as confident as An Zeliang and can finish the test in eighteen minutes with all the answers correct, you can leave early."

"Nani!?"

"Finished the test in eighteen minutes and got everything right? Really?"

"Is Anze really that good at math? I remember he was just average."

The math teacher's words caused an uproar among the students, who were all incredulous. Some of the more quick-thinking students even suspected that the usually serious teacher was giving An Zeliang preferential treatment!

In the front row, at the first table, Nakano paused slightly as she listened to the teacher's words. Like the other students, she was surprised and subconsciously looked at the test paper submitted by Ansawa Ryo in the teacher's hand.

At this point, she had only completed half of her exam paper.

Anze, however, had already finished the exam.

"Huh, are there really students who are this good at math?" Aoi asked with a curious expression.

So much faster than me, could it be that they were among the top in their age group before?

An Zeliang... I don't seem to recognize that name.

Chapter 8, Section 8: He was able to score 200 points because the test only had 200 questions.

After leaving the classroom, An Zeliang walked around the teaching building and found that there were no students to talk to or places to earn points.

Senior high school students are taking a math test, while junior and sophomore students are having regular classes. The white hallways are empty, without a single person in sight.

An Zeliang finally decided to go back to the classroom, thinking he might be able to rack up some points with his classmates after school.

"Anze?"

As An Zeliang was walking towards the classroom, a shout suddenly came from behind him. He paused slightly and turned around to look.

The person who called his name was a sexy and beautiful female teacher.

Hayano Hoshiko is the English teacher for Class 3A.

"Anze, it really is you. Aren't we having an exam in class? What are you doing here?" Teacher Hayano walked over, looking puzzled.

An Zeliang's gaze shifted from Ms. Hayano's legs back to her delicate face, and he replied earnestly, "I asked for leave to go to the restroom because I finished the exam early."

"Oh, I see. Anze, you can't be too careless. You need to check your test paper carefully. Today's math test is very important, and it's more difficult than usual."

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Hayano."

An Zeliang stared intently and responded earnestly.

"Alright, let's go back to the classroom. The exam is almost over."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Hayano."

"fine."

Ms. Hayano smiled as she watched Yasuzawa Ryo walk into the classroom.

"Sigh, I hope this child can study hard and not let his parents down." Hayano Hoshiko put away her smile, sighed softly, and a trace of melancholy flashed between her brows as she thought of Anze Ryo's family background.

His parents were rural people living in the mountains, and it took them a lot of effort to send their son to school in Tokyo. How heartbroken they would be if he didn't succeed in his studies.

Perhaps his parents sacrificed their life savings so that he could achieve academic success.

I need to take good care of Anze in the future and urge him to study hard.

With this in mind, the conscientious teacher Hayano began to think about how to help a student with average grades improve in this final year and get into a decent school.

It was exactly 15:30 PM.

The school bell rang.

The test period has ended.

After everyone handed in their papers, the teacher assigned the cleaning tasks and then left.

In Japan, the normal dismissal time for school is 3 p.m., but today the math test was delayed by half an hour.

Next up is the big clean-up activity.

An Zeliang is positive and enthusiastic, helping each other with his classmates. He not only takes the initiative to clean up the black bars, but also helps female classmates clean the glass windows that they can't reach.

His enthusiastic behavior earned him unanimous praise from his classmates.

"I didn't expect Anze to be so enthusiastic. I thought guys who are that handsome would be aloof. I should have greeted him on the first day."

"Anze is not only good at studying and handsome, but also so sunny and cheerful. He is really charming."

"Anze, thank you for your help."

The atmosphere in the class was very harmonious, and before he knew it, An Zeliang had become a popular figure in the class.