Xue Jian plugged a USB drive into the multimedia system, brought up a spreadsheet document, and had a faint smile on his face: "See for yourself."

"Math 150!?"

Lin Li opened the sub-file for Class Four from the spreadsheet and saw the glaring "150" in his math score column, causing his pupils to shrink abruptly.

Immediately, Lin Li looked at Xue Jian beside him with alarm and trembled all over when he met his meaningful smile: "Teacher...this 150...what's going on?"

"There's an inside job! There's a conspiracy! There are too many dirty secrets behind this 150! I can't accept it! I'm going to report—

"Lin Li! Don't go too far!!!"

A voice filled with indignation echoed.

But this voice didn't belong to Xue Jian; it was Wang Yuezhi, who was standing across from Lin Li, looking at the scores under the podium.

"Huh?" Lin Li's emotions had been interrupted, making him somewhat incoherent. He looked at Wang Yuezhi with confusion, not understanding why he suddenly defended Old Jian.

"This 150 is the result of my hard work! How can you accuse me of cheating! You think you're the only one who can score 150!" Wang Yuezhi stared straight at Lin Li, clenched his fist, and said loudly.

Wang Yuezhi was truly somewhat angry, his eyes even slightly red, seemingly on the verge of shedding tears.

Having spent a bothersome lunch with Chen Tianming was already annoying!

"Huh?"

Lin Li was stunned again, then glanced at the computer screen. Oh, it seemed he understood the reason.

Chen Yu Ying might have made a mistake in math this time, only scoring 145, but Prison King also managed to score a full 150 this time.

Aside from himself, he was the only one in the class with a perfect score.

He probably thought that Lin Li's earlier questioning was directed at Xue Jian, implying there was something wrong with his 150, intending to report it.

Once he figured it out, Lin Li scratched his head: "Yuezhi, I wasn't questioning yours, I was questioning my score. There's definitely a problem with my 150, some evil is at work behind it."

Wang Yuezhi: "(;☉_☉)?"

Like, are you speaking Chinese?

"Ah, sorry about that." Interrupting his emotions made Wang Yuezhi incoherent too, and he scratched his head, apologizing.

"Bro, with your attitude, what else can I say? It's fine, you continue checking your scores, I'll go handle my stuff," Lin Li waved his hands repeatedly.

Once Wang Yuezhi nodded, Lin Li chuckled.

The next moment, Lin Li took a deep breath, his expression changed, and he turned back to Xue Jian, shouting sternly: "Teacher! There's an insider! There's a conspiracy—"

Xue Jian's mouth twitched.

This darn kid actually managed to pick up where he left off emotionally.

His talent for changing expressions really nailed it.

But, finding Lin Li's constant barking annoying, Xue Jian waved dismissively and explained:

"You scribbled so much on the multiple-choice section, it was all dark and messy, catching the attention of the teacher who handed the papers to the grading machine. He even shared it with us in the group. Ultimately, he adjusted your total score.

You should go question him, instead of bothering me."

"I don't believe it; I think it definitely needed your approval." Lin Li still scrutinized Xue Jian suspiciously.

"I didn't approve it." Xue Jian chuckled and firmly denied.

All he did was send a "Got it" on WeChat, without any nodding action throughout. Lin Li's accusation was ridiculous!

Seeing that Lin Li remained skeptical, Xue Jian, knowing he couldn't show vulnerability in front of Lin Li, simply sneered:

"Lin Li, how about I give you the name of the other teacher from another class, and you can go question them?"

"Never mind," Lin Li shook his head, walking down from the podium while waving: "That would only inconvenience the teacher. I'm the top student in the grade; I should act like one and understand teachers, so let's just leave it at that."

Xue Jian: "(;☉_☉)?"

Then what am I supposed to be?

You stand up for other teachers, but just sit and diss me without remorse?

Not yet able to hear thoughts, Lin Li ignored the resentful gaze behind him and strolled leisurely back to his seat.

Lin Li wasn't particularly upset about the little incident.

It was just something done casually. Even if he hadn't achieved the top student status this time, whether the system assigns a task for the final exam remains unknown. It wasn't worth mourning over something uncertain.

The evening self-study session officially began, and the classroom gradually quieted down.

Xue Jian still sat on the podium.

After all, in the past two or three days, almost all of the subject teachers have focused on explaining exam papers, not teaching new lessons, leaving hardly any homework, making most students more idle than usual.

More need to be closely monitored.

It's Wednesday today, no need for competition tutoring, and while Lin Li appeared to be reviewing the textbook, his left hand was rested on a copied cultivation technique, using Divine Sense to read in "Braille" without attracting any attention to study and research. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

This went on for nearly an hour when deliberately muffled footsteps came from the podium. Lin Li looked up; it was Xue Jian heading out of the classroom.

Lin Li didn't pay much attention, even waiting for Xue Jian to completely leave, planning to chat with Bai Bufan.

But then he realized, his gaze turned sharp—could Old Jian be off to light a mosquito coil?

With this thought, Lin Li couldn't sit still. As soon as Xue Jian's figure disappeared from the door, he carefully stood up, tiptoed to the back door, and sneakily peeked outside.

As expected, at the end of the corridor by the window, Xue Jian was leaning outside with a cigarette in his mouth, not yet lit.

Holding his breath, Lin Li quietly crept over.

With his current control over his body, moving silently was no challenge.