The Promise of a Perfect Math Score

This match went very smoothly. Landing on the outskirts of Pecado, Chen Zhao quickly scavenged a fully equipped Vector and a Kar98k. He went on a rampage through Pecado, taking down 6 enemies.

He then zipped around on a little motorcycle, sniping anyone who caught his eye, and ultimately secured the chicken dinner with 12 kills.

Little Bamboo Shoot had been trailing behind Chen Zhao like a shadow the entire time, looting boxes and cheering, "So awesome, so awesome!" She hadn't managed a single kill by the time they won, but she was incredibly happy.

"When are you streaming next, big brother?" Little Bamboo Shoot asked, full of anticipation before logging off.

"Tomorrow night, I think. I don't always have time to stream every day, mostly just in the evenings." Chen Zhao was pleasantly surprised; it seemed Little Bamboo Shoot wanted to team up again tomorrow night.

Little Bamboo Shoot logged off, and Chen Zhao said goodbye to the fans in his stream before ending the broadcast.

The gift earnings for the day were quite substantial, and after the platform's cut, he had over four hundred yuan. His new follower count was also impressive, jumping by eight thousand—a speed comparable to a rocket. If other gaming streamers knew a newcomer like Chen Zhao was gaining followers this fast, they would probably die of shame and resentment; many people didn't even have eight thousand followers after one or two months of streaming, yet Chen Zhao had gained that many in a single night!

This growth rate was simply flying!

Chen Zhao immediately withdrew the day's gift money, 412.5 yuan, and a satisfied smile spread across his face as he looked at the notification of the deposit.

The sky was as dark as the deep sea, and the city outside his window was lit by ten thousand lights. Chen Zhao opened a 63 Exercise Collection at his desk and began reading page by page. Leaves and bushes rustled in the night wind; they were born in spring and died in autumn, never stopping.

After several days of grueling study, Chen Zhao had finished reading the 63 Exercise Collection for every subject. He had even gone through several sets of mock exams.

For Chen Zhao, with his IQ of 400, reading through a problem once was equivalent to having worked it out meticulously with a pen. The exercises Chen Zhao completed in a few days were equivalent to the workload of many students over several months or even a year!

With a massive amount of problem types etched into his brain and countless pieces of knowledge reconsolidated, Chen Zhao walked into the weekly exam hall with a sharp, focused gaze.

He was determined to soar to new heights with this exam!

The weekly exam assigned test halls based on the results of the previous exam, so Chen Zhao was in the very last hall. This hall gathered the students with the worst grades in the entire school, so it was a bit of a chaotic mess.

Before the exam started, only half the people had arrived. It was like this every time; half the students were always absent.

The ones who remained clearly weren't serious students either:

The student ranked last in Class 10 was cracking sunflower seeds, with a small mountain of seeds and pistachios spread across the desk, seemingly his rations for the duration of the exam.

The student ranked last in Class 6 was playing a battle royale game on his phone, parachuting three times in less than five minutes; he had turned a survival game into a pure skydiving simulator. Chen Zhao felt nothing but disdain. It was one thing to be bad at studying, but to be bad at gaming too? He was completely hopeless!

The students ranked last from Classes 4, 5, 8, 9, and 12 were playing Werewolf. The one from Class 4 shouted, "It's dark, please close your eyes!"

"Close your eyes! Close your eyes! I told you to close your eyes!" The proctor happened to walk in at that moment and smacked the head of the Class 4 student with the test papers in his hand. The other bottom-ranked students scattered like birds and beasts.

Chen Zhao sighed as he watched the chaos around him. He told himself this should be the last time he would take an exam in the same room as this crowd.

By the next exam, he would be in the first hall, sitting alongside the top student of every class!

The student ranked last in Class 2, sitting in front of him, turned around and tapped Chen Zhao's desk. "Hey buddy, I heard you've been trending lately?"

The student ranked last in Class 2 was the center for the school basketball team, standing nearly two meters tall. Chen Zhao often sat in front of or behind him during exams, so they were already familiar with each other.

"Trending?" Chen Zhao was stunned, not understanding why the other guy would say that. Could it be that his night job as a streamer had spread through the school?

That shouldn't be possible; he hadn't mentioned it to anyone!

"I heard from several people that you beat up a teacher in the classroom and even made him acknowledge you as his boss? Is that true?" The center's eyes were filled with worship, his breathing quickening.

Chen Zhao was completely dumbfounded by this statement.

What on earth?

I beat up a teacher?

Even if I were lent ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare do something like that!

After a moment of reflection, Chen Zhao roughly understood why the center had such a strange rumor.

It must have been the time he solved the math problem in the classroom; it had been passed around by his classmates, then spread to other classes. Everyone who retold the story added their own embellishments and exaggerations, and by the time it reached the center's ears, it had turned into the absurd story of "Chen Zhao beating up a teacher and the teacher backing down to call him boss."

Chen Zhao coughed awkwardly twice. "I didn't beat up the teacher; I just shocked him with my academic ability."

The center was clearly taken aback. "Academic ability?"

"I made a bet with him. I said I could solve any math problem he gave me. He gave me two very difficult problems—well, difficult for other students, but for me, they were very simple, basically kindergarten level," Chen Zhao explained earnestly. "Then I solved them on the spot, and he was so impressed that he praised me as a good student."

"Oh, give it a rest, Chen Zhao! You haven't seen each other for a week and your bragging skills have improved quite a bit!" The student ranked last in Class 15 chimed in, clicking her tongue. The student ranked last in Class 15 was a dark-skinned girl with a ponytail named Ding Xiaoqiao, also an old acquaintance.

"It's true!" Chen Zhao said anxiously.

The center chuckled, clearly thinking Chen Zhao was just spouting nonsense.

"Why don't you believe me?" Chen Zhao felt very helpless.

"The first subject is math. If you really know it all, pass the answers to us when you're done, and we'll just copy them." Ding Xiaoqiao pulled a piece of bubblegum from her pocket and started chewing. "If the results come out in a couple of days and we pass math, then we'll count your bragging as the truth."

"Good idea." The center nodded.

"I thought it was something serious; that's a small matter. Once I finish the paper, I'll write down the answers for you." Chen Zhao looked completely nonchalant. "I'm going to get a perfect score, so don't just copy them blindly—change a few answers. If you two also get perfect scores, that would be a real spectacle!"

Ding Xiaoqiao had just blown a large bubble, and she laughed so hard that it popped instantly!

"A perfect score! You're planning to get a perfect score in math?" Ding Xiaoqiao burst into laughter, rocking back and forth. "Chen Zhao, you don't have any bright spots in other areas, but when it comes to bragging, you're truly blindingly brilliant!"

"Don't laugh, I'm being serious. A perfect score in math might have been a pipe dream for the old me, but for the current me, it's just a matter of a few dozen minutes," Chen Zhao said with a straight face, "I can get it easily."

Zhong Feng couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing hysterically, rocking back and forth.

A student sitting in the very last exam hall claiming he would get a perfect score in math?

That is absolutely ridiculous!

Even the top students sitting in the first exam hall wouldn't dare guarantee a perfect score in math, so what gave the third-to-last student in the entire school the confidence to say such a thing?

Are you a comedian or what?

The invigilator tapped on the podium, "Everyone, return to your seats and sit properly! The papers will be distributed in one minute!"