Start as a top student after transmigrating.

"You're still laughing?"

Yang Xuesen couldn't understand why Lao Zhang could still smile so brightly. The No. 1 Middle School had achieved 149 points and a perfect score, producing a god and a demigod, completely crushing them.

How can you still laugh?

"Look."

Old Zhang didn't mind and gestured towards Zhong Aiguo.

Yang Xuesen looked over and saw Zhong Aiguo carefully examining the exam paper, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Finally, with a hint of regret, he said, "It is indeed a perfect score exam paper. Can you recognize which student it belongs to?"

Upon hearing this, all the teachers present looked at each other in surprise, then rushed over excitedly.

A perfect score on the exam, not from a student at No. 1 Middle School.

Could it be that their school has produced a true genius, a disciple from a small sect who stood out among the disciples of the Three Thousand Provinces, forcefully breaking through all the top geniuses to reach the top of the list?

So exciting!

They all hope that such an unparalleled prodigy can emerge from their ranks.

"Let me see it first."

Several teachers from No. 1 High School eagerly took the exam papers. After all, it was only because Zhong Aiguo didn't recognize the student that the exceptionally talented student didn't necessarily belong to No. 1 High School.

The other teachers didn't argue. No matter what, the school's status is what it is, so it's fine to let them take a look first.

The result was that the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Several teachers from No. 1 Middle School looked through the test papers one after another, and all of them showed disappointment. They sighed and handed the test papers to other teachers.

"Let me see."

This excited teachers from other schools even more, who all wanted to find a familiar feeling in the handwriting and overlap it with the name of a certain top student in their minds.

They all returned disappointed.

When Lao Zhang finally received the exam paper and saw the familiar paper that was already imprinted in his mind, the smile on his face became even brighter, like spring flowers in full bloom.

When they saw his bright smile, the teachers around him, including Zhong Aiguo, all looked at him in surprise.

No way.

Is the perfect score exam paper from Qingjiang Middle School?

"Old Yang, take a look~"

Old Zhang thoroughly enjoyed the surprised looks and handed the exam paper to Yang Xuesen.

"Give me?"

Yang Xuesen saw Lao Zhang's bright smile and thought he was a student from the advanced class. But then Lao Zhang was handed the test paper again. What did that mean?

Confused, I subconsciously took the test paper and was stunned at first glance.

"This, this handwriting..."

Old Zhang smiled without saying a word, only nodding slightly.

"No way, Lao Zhang, this perfect score test paper is from your student?"

Other teachers asked out of curiosity.

If it were just Lao Zhang's bright smile, there might still be a possibility of mistaken identity, but Yang Xuesen's reaction clearly showed that he recognized him as a student from Qingjiang Middle School.

Very helpless.

Qingjiang Middle School is not among the top middle schools in Qingjiang City, and it is even less competitive than No. 1 Middle School. Unexpectedly, it managed to outperform all the other schools and produce a perfect score on the exam.

"Old Zhang teaches the only top class at Qingjiang Middle School, which gathers the resources of the entire school. Both the teaching staff and the students are of good quality, so it's understandable that he can produce a perfect score on the test."

Chung Ai-kuo offered his congratulations with a smile, though the smile didn't seem very natural.

The other teachers had no choice but to accept it; they could barely accept that the entire school's teaching resources had been used to cultivate a math genius.

if not?

They were trying to convince themselves, but Old Zhang gave them a rude awakening: "This perfect score test paper did come from Qingjiang Middle School, but not from our elite class. It was written by Teacher Yang's student."

"Oh?"

Zhong Aiguo and the others were very surprised.

It's barely acceptable that he came from the top class, but I never expected him to come from the regular class.

"If I remember correctly, Ms. Yang should be teaching Class 3, right? Your class's top student is Ye Wanwan, who is ranked around the top 100 in the city?" a teacher said.

Being in the top 100 in the city is a very good result. If Ye Wanwan had gotten a perfect score, that would be acceptable.

Old Zhang remained silent with a smile, hoping that this perfect score on the exam would shock everyone and bring Qingjiang Middle School an absolutely stunning glory.

The only slight drawback is that Chen Dong is not his student.

Yang Xuesen was still in a state of extreme shock, staring wide-eyed at the exam paper in his hand, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was hallucinating.

"Old Yang, I'm asking you, is it Ye Wanwan from your class?" Seeing that Yang Xuesen was still unable to come to his senses, Old Zhang stepped forward and patted him, asking the question knowing the answer already.

"It's from our class, but this test paper isn't Ye Wanwan's." Yang Xuesen came back to his senses, his voice trembling slightly, whether from excitement or disbelief, it was hard to tell.

Maybe both.

"It really is someone from your class, who else could it be but Ye Wanwan?" a teacher asked, puzzled.

Ye Wanwan comes from a regular class and has consistently ranked first in her class, never falling out of the top five in the grade. This is quite unusual for a regular class, which is why she is remembered by many.

But besides Ye Wanwan, who else does Lao Yang have that he can be proud of?

The student who ranks second in the class often can't even sit in the first classroom during the school exams, let alone be ranked in the city. Their name is only seen in the hundreds. How could they possibly get a perfect score?

"Chen Dong from our class, Lao Zhang, is that Chen Dong? Weren't you the proctor for the last exam room during the math exam?" Yang Xuesen suddenly realized.

No wonder Old Zhang said some strange things to him after the math exam, and when emphasizing Chen Dong's grades, he said that he was being too pretentious and it was meaningless.

He left somewhat angrily in the end.

Then, recalling Lao Zhang's confident statement that the glory of the peak competition would belong to them.

Clearly, he already knew about the exam paper and Chen Dong's exam results.

"I thought you knew about Chen Dong's situation and were just putting on an act of Versailles in front of me." Old Zhang shook his head and smiled, confirming that Yang Xuesen was indeed unaware of the situation.

"I know nothing."

Yang Xuesen blurted out, staring at the exam paper in disbelief, "This kid, this exam paper, this..."

It's hard to put into words.

He knew that Chen Dong had been working very hard lately, and he had seen it all. He would occasionally give him extra help, which helped him solidify his basic knowledge.

He originally thought that it would be understandable if he didn't get 300 on the mock exam and that the guarantee letter wouldn't be used against him.

Then, out of nowhere, they throw out a royal flush, making your head buzz.

Full marks?

Chen Dong?

He wouldn't even dare to connect them in his dreams.

"Wait, am I confused, or is your school different? Is this exam paper from the last exam room?" A teacher caught the key information in Lao Zhang's words and asked in disbelief.

All the teachers looked at each other in astonishment, and then turned to look at Lao Zhang and Yang Xuesen.

"You heard me right, there's nothing special about the exam room arrangement. The last exam room is exactly what you're thinking." Old Zhang loved seeing them like this.

Surprise, not unexpected?

Do you feel ashamed? Do you feel like you have nowhere to hide?

Lao Zhong, what did you just say? It's not that the questions are difficult, but that if you are good enough, you can get full marks even on the most difficult questions. Is that what you mean?

Yes, that's right.

It's really not that hard for the student who is last in class at our school to get a perfect score.

"The last exam room? Last in the entire grade?"

"Yes, they consistently rank last, very reliably."

Damn it~

Old Zhang was very smug, and all the teachers were speechless.

Their faces were filled with disbelief. The last-ranked student at Qingjiang Middle School had surpassed all the other students in the city and achieved a perfect score in a single subject, standing out from the crowd?

What about funny?

"Team Leader Chung, are you sure your question-setting team didn't leak any questions?" A teacher subconsciously looked at Chung Ai-kuo.

"What a joke! Even the question-setting team doesn't know all the questions. A perfect score would only be possible if the entire question-setting team leaked the questions." Zhong Aiguo was a little angry.

This is questioning his character, and even questioning the entire question-setting team.

"I'm so sorry, Team Leader Zhong, please forgive me. It was my slip of the tongue..." The teacher realized that he had gone too far and apologized repeatedly.

Zhong Aiguo didn't delve into it. He could understand; for a moment, he even wondered if the exam questions had been leaked.

"That shouldn't be the case. Could he have plagiarized it?"

Some teachers were completely baffled.

"Teacher Xu, in the last exam room, whose paper could he possibly copy from? Even assuming he did copy, which paper could he possibly get a perfect score on? Have there been any other perfect score papers so far?"

Old Zhang found it amusing that the school's worst student had made a comeback to become the best in the city. This extreme contrast, even if it was just a single subject, was enough to cause these teachers to experience a brief period of mental confusion.

They can't even understand simple principles.

"Moreover, I proctored this exam and watched him answer the questions with my own eyes the whole time. I can guarantee with my integrity that Chen Dong absolutely did not cheat."

"this……"

Ms. Xu was speechless, as were the other teachers.

I couldn't believe it, I couldn't understand it, and I had no way to refute it.

Whose paper could you copy if the questions weren't leaked and the only perfect score was achieved?

"Alright, instead of arguing about whether there was plagiarism, let's go down and think about how to improve the students' grades. In such a large city as Qingjiang, isn't there another student who can get a perfect score?"

After ending this brief interlude, Zhong Aiguo graciously congratulated Yang Xuesen, saying, "Congratulations, Professor Yang, on producing a mathematical genius."

"Ah, thank you, thank you..." Yang Xuesen was still a little dazed, the extreme contrast in his grades left him unable to calm down for a long time.

The other teachers were speechless and returned to their seats to continue receiving their wages.

The grading continues.

But all the teachers seemed to be holding their breath, wanting to find another perfect score on the test, whether to prove that their school was not bad or to find evidence that Chen Dong had cheated.

But the results were so rare that even scores above 140 were extremely few, let alone perfect.

You can imagine the frustration he felt.

Even Zhong Aiguo's face didn't look too good. I can accept losing, but you telling me I lost to the last-ranked student in the entire grade is just too painful.

"Old Yang, let's continue grading papers." Old Zhang patted Yang Xuesen, who was still a little dazed.

He could understand Yang Xuesen's feelings very well. The last-ranked student suddenly produced a perfect score on the test, becoming the top student in the city, and it was a mock exam that was extremely difficult.

It's really hard to believe.

If you said he was a math whiz, that would be one thing, but he just happened to be the worst student in the whole school.

……

During the holiday, the marking team worked overtime to grade the papers, and then verified and compiled the rankings of each school, class, and city.

Chen Dong and the others didn't care about these things. They were on vacation, who cared about studying, let alone grades? They didn't want to learn about sad things when they were happiest.

They found the part-time job very interesting, and were overjoyed when they received their wages on the last day.

Chen Dong immediately suggested having a meal to celebrate the holiday.