A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Li Meiqian was excitedly planning the dishes she would make tomorrow, while Jian Zhongliang would occasionally offer his comments.

The atmosphere is warm and harmonious.

Jian Qingyi had no interest in this and was silently plotting her get-rich-quick scheme.

Once she has money, she'll hire ten or eight chefs to treat her poor stomach.

I also need to buy a villa, preferably one with gardens on all sides.

A swimming pool is definitely a must.

There's also a gym.

and also……

Jian Qingyi looked forward to the future.

Sitting opposite her, Jian Xiaojing was looking forward to tomorrow.

I hope that tomorrow Jian Qingyi will kneel in front of all the teachers and students and bark like a dog.

Top 50 in the grade...

She, Jian Qingyi, dared to boast about such a thing.

She wanted to see if she'd still have the face to stay at school after tomorrow!

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In the senior year office

Teachers of all subjects are facing a mountain of problems.

Sunday is usually the most relaxing and enjoyable day for teachers.

Because on Sundays they don't have to face those students who give them headaches, nor do they have to grade those assignments and tests that cause their blood pressure to spike and their hormones to spike.

however……

The first Sunday of the new semester at Nancheng Middle School left the senior high school teachers collectively feeling isolated.

The principal's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

"The last-place student in the grade suddenly jumped into the top five..."

"Isn't this just a fantasy?" This thought lingered in the principal's mind for a whole day and night.

"Has her test paper been compared with Zheng Rui's test paper?" asked Wang Jin, Zheng Rui's uncle, Zheng Jingya's husband, and the vice principal of Nancheng Middle School.

“We did that a long time ago. Apart from the fixed answers to closed-ended questions, we can’t find any common ground in their problem-solving approaches,” Zheng Jingya said, sounding a bit of a headache.

“Not only Zheng Rui, we also compared her test paper with the test papers of the top 20 students in the grade, and we couldn’t find any test papers with the same problem-solving approach as hers.”

After a whole day of trying, I still have no clue what to do.

"Is it possible that she did this herself?" Wang Jin asked, expressing his thought.

As for the answer sheets, the students demonstrated clear problem-solving approaches, concise and straightforward methods, detailed problem-solving processes, and strong logic, fully reflecting their solid academic foundation and excellent thinking abilities.

The answer can be cheated.

Where is the problem-solving approach and process?!

“But Jian Qingyi has been at the bottom of her class in every exam for two years of high school…” Zheng Jingya rubbed her swollen temples.

"Is it possible that she's deliberately hiding her strength?" Wang Jin voiced his conjecture.

"You mean she's biding her time?" a slightly younger male teacher asked excitedly.

"Then why isn't she continuing to bide her time now?" Zheng Jingya countered.

“I know that,” the slightly younger male teacher raised his hand.

All the teachers in the office looked at him.

"She made a bet with five girls from Class 2 of Senior Three. No, to be precise, those girls from Class 2 of Senior Three provoked her, and then, in the heat of the moment, they made a bet that if Jian Qingyi didn't get into the top fifty in the grade, she would have to kneel in front of the entire school and bark like a dog; if Jian Qingyi did get into the top fifty, they would kneel in front of the entire school and bark like a dog." The male teacher recounted the gossip he had heard from the students in one breath.

"Kneel in front of the entire school and bark like a dog?" The principal frowned. "What kind of talk is this? It's utterly ridiculous!"

The teachers fell silent.

The students were making bets among themselves about how the teachers should manage them!

"Director Zheng, talk to that girl in your class tomorrow and let's just call off the bet," the principal said directly.

"I'm afraid she won't agree," Zheng Jingya's intuition told her.

A person who knows how to keep a low profile at such a young age is definitely not a kind person.

Besides, if she were really that easy to talk to, she wouldn't have made a bet with those girls from Class 2 of Senior Three.

"Then tell her that our school doesn't need students who are disorganized and undisciplined," the principal said bluntly, and strode away.

The teachers were taken aback.

This is way too serious!

"The principal's niece is in our senior year, class two." A middle-aged female teacher subtly pursed her lips.

The teachers immediately understood.

"Director Zheng, you should go and have a good talk with Jian Qingyi. The college entrance examination is just around the corner, there's no need to go against someone at this critical juncture."

"Yes! Once we get into university and become successful, we won't have to worry about not having a chance to redeem ourselves."

"Yes, yes, there's no need to argue about this short-term gains or losses."

"Jian Qingyi is a promising talent; she's sure to have a bright future."

……

The teachers, unwilling to let talent go to waste, offered various suggestions.

By the time everyone finished discussing and tidied up the mock exam papers, it was already dark.

When I closed the office door, I realized someone was missing.

Where is Teacher Wei?

"Wasn't he just here a moment ago?"

"He probably went to the toilet."

The teachers looked around to make sure no one was in the office before closing and locking the door.

Once the footsteps had faded away, the young male teacher emerged from behind his desk in the corner.

He tiptoed to the window and quietly observed the situation outside. Only when the teachers' figures completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor did he turn around and go to the telephone, fumbling in the dark to dial the number he knew by heart.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

The young male teacher subconsciously straightened his back and puffed out his chest.

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the other side

Back home, Zheng Jingya took a sip of hot water and began rubbing her swollen and aching temples.

She was worried because her students' grades were poor.

Unexpectedly, students with such good grades also cause worry.

"Do you think Jian Qingyi would agree?" Zheng Jingya couldn't help but sigh.

She was truly uncertain.

"Talk to her nicely, she'll understand." Wang Jin reached out and massaged her temples.

"I'm just afraid she'll get stubborn and fixate on things." Zheng Jingya leaned gently against Wang Jin.

If Jian Qingyi were still the last-place student who always ranked at the bottom of the class in exams, she wouldn't be so worried.

after all……

With her previous poor grades, it's hard to say whether she could even get a high school diploma, let alone go to university!

There's no question of burying talent.

"Don't worry, the person who can create that kind of exam paper is definitely not stupid," Wang Jin comforted softly.

"I hope so!" Zheng Jingya couldn't help but sigh again.

"But that girl really kept it a secret. If it weren't for that bet with those girls in Class 2 of Senior Three, would she have planned to keep up the act until the end of the college entrance exam?" Wang Jin smiled.

"Who knows what she's thinking?" Zheng Jingya said irritably.

I always get the lowest score in every exam...

I really don't know what she's thinking!

"If she studies hard, can Zheng Rui still keep his position as the top student in the grade?" Wang Jin's expression suddenly turned serious.

His teaching experience told him that the girl named Jian Qingyi was manipulating the score.

"It's really hard to say." Although Zheng Jingya didn't want to admit it, it was indeed a possibility.