Little Fatty hurriedly nudged Tong Sui.
“Sui Ge, the teacher is here; don’t sleep anymore.”
Tong Sui rubbed his eyes and got up from the desk, his cheeks marked with the red impressions of being pressed against the table. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep.
The teacher glanced at his clothing and the hickeys on his neck and remarked coolly, “Which rich kid is just passing the time this week? Yesterday you were with an Omega, and today you’re sleeping in class.”
Tong Sui frowned.
“Teacher, I admit I shouldn’t sleep in class, but I hope you can stick to the point. This has nothing to do with my background or what I did yesterday.”
“Fine,” the young teacher, stung by his retort, had to shift the topic. “A place for learning is meant for studying. If you can answer all the questions on the holographic screen, you can keep sleeping, and I won’t bother you.”
“However, if you can’t, according to the school rules, you must write a 3,000-word self-reflection and submit it to me by today.”
He was all too familiar with these rich kids; they relied on their family’s influence to get in but had no real knowledge. He wouldn’t indulge them.
As long as he established his authority in class today, these little brats wouldn’t dare to act so extravagant in his classroom in the future.
The students in the large classroom began murmuring, glancing at the questions on the holographic screen.
“Most of these haven’t been covered in class.”
“And there are competition questions we haven’t even touched.”
“The school rules never mentioned that sleeping in class should result in a 3,000-word reflection, isn’t this a bit targeted?”
Not just Tong Sui, even the few best-performing Alphas present were feeling the pressure.
While they were murmuring, Tong Sui stood up and walked straight across the classroom to the podium.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he started filling in the answers on the holographic screen.
He was calm and unhurried, showing no signs of pausing; it looked as if these questions were trivial to him.
The murmur in the classroom grew louder.
“Is he just writing randomly? How can he write so fast?”
“Didn’t they say his grades were terrible?”
“I calculated it; the first answer is correct. He isn’t writing randomly, but his speed is ridiculous.”
“Isn’t Tong Sui from a mecha manufacturing family? This should be easy for him. Maybe he studied this as a child.”
“Was he really sponsored to enter here?”
As Tong Sui finished writing the last question, the young teacher’s expression turned extremely grim.
He didn’t expect Tong Sui to actually be competent.
Upon closer inspection, every answer was correct, and even he found it hard to match such speed in solving problems.
Tong Sui turned around after writing the last answer.
The entire classroom fell silent.
The teacher was frozen, watching as Tong Sui walked down and said softly, “Would you like to check my answers?”
A drop of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. The teacher responded, “No need to check; all are correct.”
“Then can I go back to sleep?”
The young teacher remembered what he had just said and felt as if he had swallowed a fly, grimly nodding.
Just then, the class bell rang.
The teacher didn’t even announce the end of the class and left the classroom in embarrassment.
The chatter immediately erupted.
“Whoa, that was too arrogant!”
“Saying the harshest words with the cutest face; if I had that ability, I would sleep every day too.”
As Tong Sui walked back to the last row, Little Fatty looked at him with sparkling eyes, “Sui Ge, how did you do that??! You’re so impressive!”
“Just study hard, and you can do it too.”
Tong Sui said while yawning again; having slept through most of the class, he was no longer sleepy but still wanted to lay down a bit longer.
Some people who initially wanted to flirt with him noticed he lay back down and decided to leave.
This incident quickly made its way to the campus forum.
“If no one saw this photo, I would be so sad, okay? [Image x1]”
The image showed Tong Sui’s silhouette as he worked on the problems.
1st Floor: What’s so special about this? But who is this? Looks kinda handsome from the back.
2nd Floor: Second-year questions? These are pretty challenging; this dude studies well.
3rd Floor: Wait a minute, this is a first-year classroom; this guy can’t be a new student, right???
4th Floor: No way!!??
5th Floor: Isn’t this just a common occurrence? There’s always a special assistance path for students in need each year; it’s normal for someone to excel in academic subjects.
6th Floor: But that outfit is a limited edition; it cost a fortune. How could he be a struggling student?
Just then, the original poster reappeared and posted a front-facing photo.
12th Floor: ?????
13th Floor: Wait, am I seeing things? Is that Tong Sui???
14th Floor: Is this a manipulated image? I can’t believe he wrote it himself. We’re in a preparatory school; his grades usually only rank single digits.
15th Floor: I don’t believe it either!
This post stirred up a strong reaction.
The focus was that he was not a struggling student, not even a good student; he was a complete underachiever.
29th Floor: At the scene, we from two class rooms watched him get caught sleeping in class; it took him a few minutes to solve it.
30th Floor: A few minutes??
31st Floor: Help, is this the gap between people?
Tong Sui was completely unaware that he had made it onto the forum.
He lay on the desk, suddenly hearing a very low hum, like something unable to be suppressed leaking out.
Tong Sui straightened up.
Half of the people in the classroom had gone out for a breather, and others were gathered chatting.
It was noisy, and he wasn’t sure if he had misheard.
Tong Sui scanned the room, and his gaze finally fixed on Jiang Che sitting to his upper right.
He saw Jiang Che hunched over, looking quite uncomfortable.
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