Rong Yu wore a simple and neat school uniform, the collar slightly open to reveal a delicate collarbone—slender yet not fragile. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and her full forehead exuded vibrant energy.

Ji Zhouye stood out with his pink-streaked hair and a silver earring that hinted at his rebellious nature. Hands in his pockets, he carried an air of arrogance, as if looking down on everyone.

Ji Jingchuan had a lean frame, his looks rivaling Ji Zhouye’s. However, his demeanor was more melancholic, giving off a fragile, almost manga-like aura that somehow drew even more attention.

“Whoa, since when did our school have such a hottie?”

“I heard he’s a transfer student in Class 20. He took a break from school for a few years and is repeating his senior year. He’s at least twenty—kinda old.”

“Twenty isn’t old! He’s only a few years older. Older guys know how to treat people better.”

“Hey, handsome, what’s your name? Can I get your WeChat?”

A group of younger girls crowded around.

Ji Jingchuan’s face instantly flushed red. He had never been in such a situation before.

“Scram, all of you!” Ji Zhouye scowled fiercely. “Shouldn’t you be studying instead of chasing boys? Tell me which class you’re from—I’ll report you to your homeroom teacher!”

The girls scattered immediately.

Ji Zhouye wiped his forehead in exasperation. Who would’ve thought he’d be the one lecturing others? He really had grown up.

He glanced at his fourth brother… He wasn’t any less handsome, tall, or charismatic, so why had no girls ever swarmed him for his contact info?

“Let’s go, class is starting.”

Rong Yu strode ahead, and the two quickly followed, looking like her entourage from a distance.

As soon as they entered the classroom, Ji Zhouye announced loudly, “Everyone, listen up! This is my brother, Ji Jingchuan. He’ll be joining our class to tackle the college entrance exams together.”

Rong Yu had previously asked their class leader to investigate Ji Jingchuan’s past. Back in high school, he had been ostracized, bullied, and pushed into isolation, making him increasingly withdrawn and sensitive. So, two days ago, she had already briefed their classmates, asking them to welcome Ji Jingchuan with warmth.

“Welcome, Ji Jingchuan!”

“Rong Yu said you got into Haicheng University in your last college entrance exam—that’s amazing! Let’s study together.”

“Class 20 just got another top student. Who dares call us the ‘slacker class’ now?”

Faced with their enthusiastic smiles, Ji Jingchuan finally relaxed and returned the gesture. “Hello, everyone. I’m Ji Jingchuan, a few years older than most of you. If you ever need help with anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’d be happy to assist.”

Pei Yaru walked in and assigned Ji Jingchuan a seat. Since the class of fifty was already full, he was placed at the “throne” by the teacher’s podium. Unbothered, he obediently took his seat.

“Let’s give our new classmate a round of applause.” After the formalities, Pei Yaru picked up a sheet from the desk. “The results of last Friday’s monthly exam are out. I have the rankings here. Any guesses on how you did?”

Ji Zhouye shouted, “Stop teasing us, Teach! Just tell us who got first place—this is life or death for me!”

The entire class fell silent, dozens of eyes glued to the ranking sheet.

Pei Yaru’s smile widened. “Class 20’s top scorer is… Rong Yu.”

“I knew it! Hahaha, I knew she’d be first!” Ji Zhouye was even happier than if he had won himself, practically ready to dance on the desks.

The class erupted in cheers.

“Told you Rong Yu was a genius—no way she wouldn’t take first.”

“Who dares mock her for ‘acting like a top student’ now? She is one—no acting needed!”

“Hey, Teach, what was her score?”

Pei Yaru grinned. “Rong Yu scored full marks in math, English, and science…”

The class gasped in unison.

Full marks in everything? Was she even human?

She wasn’t just a top student—she was a god among students!

“Chinese, 120 points.” Pei Yaru’s smile vanished. “Rong Yu, your essay lost thirty marks. Think about how you’re going to explain that to the Chinese teacher later.”

Rong Yu: “……”

Essays were her Achilles’ heel.

She had tried so hard, yet still lost thirty points. It was brutal.

“Holy—” The class monitor’s eyes bulged. “So her total score is 720?”

The academic committee rep swallowed hard. “Last year’s top scorer in the college entrance exam had a raw score of 721. Rong Yu’s got what it takes to be a top scorer too.”

The class secretary stared blankly. “I can’t believe I share a class with a future top scorer.”

“Indeed, in this eight-school joint exam, Rong Yu ranked first in the city’s science division.” Pei Yaru beamed. “Having the city’s top scorer in our class means my performance bonus this month is safe… Of course, the rest of you also improved. Seven of you made it into the school’s top 100—something I never even dreamed of before.”

“Second place: Class Monitor, ranked 21st in the grade.”

“Third place: Academic Committee Rep, ranked 27th.”

“Fourth place: Class Secretary, ranked 42nd.”

“…”

“Nineteenth place: Chen Nian.”

“Twenty-fourth place: Ji Zhouye.”

“These two were previously at the bottom, yet their rankings skyrocketed in just two months. I hope everyone learns from Ji Zhouye and Chen Nian’s progress…”

The atmosphere in Class 20 was jubilant.

Meanwhile, in the elite class, Teacher Yang’s students felt like they were in hell.

“Look at your results—I almost thought I got the wrong class! In all my years of teaching, I’ve never seen a class regress this badly! Are you all trying to give me a stroke?”

“You’re the elite class, so you think you’re smart? The top scorer this time got 720 points, leaving our first-place Song Huai in the dust by over ten points. That’s not even competition—it’s humiliation!”

“At least Song Huai and Zhang Haoyu secured spots at Tsinghua. What about the rest of you? Planning to enroll in vocational school or sweep the streets?”

Several girls couldn’t take it and burst into tears.

“Laughing it up during class, crying during exams—now you panic? Where was this effort before?” Teacher Yang was fuming.

For over two years, Song Huai had been the undisputed top scorer in science—never once faltering.

This ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‍time, in the eight-school joint exam, Song Huai scored 709 points. Teacher Yang had thought victory was assured.

Who could’ve predicted someone would score 720? At first, she wondered if it was Zhang Haoyu—but when she saw the name, her vision darkened.

Even now, she couldn’t believe it.

The top scorer… was Rong Yu.