Chapter 63 Jiang Yingxu, who is so powerful, belongs to the Cat King.
12:50.
Teacher Peng clearly established the rules, and no student dared to disobey them.
Regardless of their private complaints, when it was time to sit down, they all behaved like quails and took their seats.
Luo Siming swaggered in, and as he passed Jiang Yingxu's seat, he deliberately stretched out his foot, trying to pretend he didn't see him, and kicked the black backpack.
Jiang Yingxu pressed down on the test paper with his right hand, writing quickly, while his left hand hung down, and with a flick of his finger, he suddenly picked up his schoolbag.
"Awooo!!!"
Luo Siming kicked the metal bar securing the seat, making a loud bang and causing him to fall backward in pain.
The people who came in after them weren't students from the affiliated high school. When they saw a figure lying upside down, they instinctively dodged.
Clang.
Luo Siming fell heavily to the ground, landing on his buttocks, and felt waves of pain in his tailbone.
"You, you..."
He grinned, pointing a trembling finger at Jiang Yingxu.
The boy's profile was cold and sharp. He loosened his grip with his long fingers, letting the backpack fall back to the ground.
Don't even think about looking at him.
From beginning to end, even the curve of her long eyelashes never changed.
Luo Siming fell flat on his backside in front of everyone in the physics competition group, feeling his face burning. He wanted to argue with Jiang Yingxu, but was pulled back by a classmate from the affiliated high school.
"It's almost time, hurry back to your seats."
He could only suppress his anger and limp back to his seat.
I sat down, but the pain in my buttocks made me jump up abruptly.
The classmates sitting around him looked on with amusement, knowingly asking, "Does your butt hurt?"
Luo Siming's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth: "No, it doesn't hurt."
"I just want to stand here for a bit..."
Teacher Peng appeared at the door right on time, her stern gaze sweeping over everyone. "It's you again. It's time to sit down, isn't it?"
"If it happens again, I'll have a serious talk with your principal."
Luo Siming: "..."
Hold!
He suppressed his anger and sat down shakily.
My buttocks and feet hurt, but staring at the stack of test papers in Teacher Peng's hand, I felt exceptionally excited.
Here they are, the exam papers from this morning have arrived.
Luo Siming was careful during the exam. After class, he found a teacher from the affiliated high school's physics competition group, repeated the questions he was unsure about, and asked for the answers.
He made a rough estimate.
The test paper set by Teacher Peng was of moderate difficulty, but the three-hour test-taking time was reduced to two hours, and more than half of the test-takers were able to finish more than half of the paper.
With a total score of 320, he's guaranteed 200. If he also gets points on the uncertain questions, he can easily score over 240.
Even the teachers in their affiliated high school's physics competition group said that this score was definitely one of the best. Even if he got the test paper, it would be difficult for him to get a score of more than 250 within two hours.
He'll kick that poor student out as soon as get out of class is over!
On the podium, Teacher Peng began calling out names and distributing test papers.
She didn't rank the scores by score, but randomly assigned them, so the contrast between the first person who scored 140 and the second person who scored 200 was particularly striking.
The emotions of everyone involved were like a rollercoaster ride.
"Luo Siming, 250."
This is the highest score so far.
A sigh of shock and envy escaped someone in the classroom.
Luo Siming barely suppressed his smugness, but a hint of pride still showed on his face. Despite the pain in his buttocks, he walked forward naturally and took his exam paper.
Now, Teacher Peng only has one copy left.
Luo Siming knew whose it was.
He took the test paper. Although he was a little bothered by Teacher Peng's indifferent attitude without any praise, he generously let it go and took the initiative to ask, "Teacher, this one is Jiang Yingxu's from Ningyi Middle School, right?"
"He's the only one in this class who's won two national gold medals, his grades must be really high, right?"
Luo Siming emphasized the word "national gold medal," a clear sign of sarcasm.
He didn't think Jiang Yingxu's grades would be higher than his.
250! That's incredible!
With a broad smile and a clear hint of malice, Luo Siming volunteered, "Teacher Peng, how about I read out Jiang Yingxu's grades?"
Teacher Peng gave him a cold look, sensing the tension, and asked, "You two have a conflict?"
Luo Siming's eyes flashed, and he immediately thought of the benefits of going over the bet in front of the teacher.
Even if Jiang Yingxu wanted to renege on his debt, or if the teacher in charge of Ningyi Middle School said something nice to him, he could stay.
This old witch surnamed Peng, with her intolerant nature, would certainly not agree.
Luo Siming could barely suppress the gurgling poison in his chest. He was so excited that his body trembled slightly, and he gave a forced smile.
"Yeah, we made a bet: whoever gets the lower score on this test will be kicked out of this training camp."
Teacher Peng glanced at him a few times, then suddenly nodded and said something inexplicable.
"Yes, he's not on the same level as you."
As he spoke, he placed the last exam paper into Luo Siming's hands.
In Luo Siming's view, this was almost an explicit statement from Teacher Peng—Jiang Yingxu's grades must be lower than his, or even much lower, for Teacher Peng to say something like, "We're not on the same level."
Suppressing his elation, he hurriedly flipped the exam paper over and looked down at it.
The number in the upper left corner is exceptionally bright red.
It was as menacing as a blood-red thorn.
It almost pierced Luo Siming's eye socket.
He clutched the exam paper, his throat tightening, unable to utter another word.
Teacher Peng's voice seemed to come from afar, unusually calm, even with a hint of a smile.
"Weren't you supposed to help me report my grades?"
"Why aren't you reporting it anymore?"
Under the incredulous gaze of everyone in the classroom.
Teacher Peng remained calm, took the test paper back from Luo Siming's hand, shook it gently, and unfolded it in the classroom.
"Jiang Yingxu".
"320 points."
"..."
The room was silent; everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak, unable even to utter a gasp of surprise.
Only Jiang Yingxu calmly stood up and took the test paper from Teacher Peng.
Teacher Peng looked him over, her eyes full of admiration, and even her voice softened.
"You have great talent, keep it up, and I look forward to seeing you on the international stage one day."
Jiang Yingxu: "Thank you, teacher."
He didn't even glance at Luo Siming, who was standing frozen to the side, and turned back to his seat.
Along the way, the students, gradually coming to their senses, let out gasps of amazement that were hard to suppress.
"Is this a miracle? He can finish the test in two hours and get everything right..."
"Holy crap, you mean I have to take the same exam as this guy???"
"Full marks... I only got half of theirs... What's the point of competing? I might as well just withdraw..."
Looking at it this way, it seems like I have a pig's brain on my head!
Pairs of eyes looked at him with intense admiration and respect.
Jiang Yingxu remained indifferent, calm and composed, showing no sign of surprise or pride whatsoever.
He walked back to his seat and lowered his head.
Then I met the gaze of a pair of incredibly bright, round cat eyes.
The kitten had sneaked in at some point and hid next to his backpack, letting out a silent meow.
The woman's voice, barely audible, drowned out all the noise and filled his ears with joy.
"Jiang Yingxu!"
"You got a perfect score!!"
"You're amazing!!!"
When you're excited, you lose all ability to organize your thoughts.
The kitten's mouth could only offer the most basic praise, devoid of any originality or variety, as clumsy as a child who had just learned to speak.
Yet it was also incredibly passionate and pure; I just wanted to share my immense pride with him.
Shi Miao proudly raised her tail, as if she had received such an honor. She even stretched out her paws and pawed in the air twice, urging Jiang Yingxu to hurry over.
The cat said, "I went out and bought you a present today!"
The cat then said, "Perfect timing to celebrate Jiang Yingxu getting a perfect score!"
The cat concluded, "Who would have such a remarkable Jiang Yingxu in their family!"
"..."
The boy, who was unmoved by any amazement or praise, inexplicably stumbled when he lifted his leg, and a thin blush spread across his earlobe beneath his short, dark hair.
He sat down awkwardly, like a rusty puppet that hadn't been oiled in time, feeling the cat's paws excitedly patting his leg through the fabric.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he squeezed out a dry "Mmm."
Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes and said softly, "Yours."
Such a powerful Jiang Yingxu belongs to the Cat King.
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