The snow-white scrolls were flipped with a rustling sound. Judging from the frequency of the scrolls being flipped, it was not difficult to draw a conclusion - these students' minds were probably blank at this moment.

Liao Nan looked at the title on the test paper, rotated the neutral pen resting on his knuckles, and felt somewhat uninterested.

About 70% are basic questions, 20% are intermediate questions, and the last 10% of the questions can be considered more interesting.

The teacher who drafted the exam paper this time at Yizhong (First High School) is not up to par.

Do I still have to consider others who can't think properly?

No meaning, don't want to write.

Liao Nan slouched, lazily resting his shoulder on the table, his gaze drifting towards the window.

"Have you finished writing the test paper? It seems so leisurely to be looking out the window during the exam," a sharp and high-pitched voice sounded beside me, while the annoying sound of high heels clashing with the ground inexplicably irritated me.

Does the invigilator still wear high heels? Do they think it doesn't matter because they consider themselves to be supervising the worst examination room in the whole grade?

Liao Nan withdrew his gaze from the locust tree outside the window and turned to look expressionlessly at the teacher.

"I've never seen such a poorly-written scroll before. Is there even a need to write something like this?"

This satirical confrontation remains as thrilling as ever, igniting the curious minds of the students in Class 16. They are eager to get a closer look and eagerly gather around, anticipating the spectacle in a row, eager to see what unfolds.

"What are you looking at! Be quiet and focus on writing your exam! You know how to do all the questions, right?"

With a "rest" command, the little heads immediately lowered, all of them appearing completely absorbed in their studies and unable to extricate themselves.

The female teacher couldn't be bothered with these onlookers and rolled her eyes before poking her finger onto Liao Nan's clean and neat exam paper.

"Come, let me test you with this question."

The index finger, painted with red nail polish, stood out conspicuously on the snow-white paper. Liao Nan felt both disgusted by the teacher's bizarre aesthetic and distracted as she paid attention to the topic she had chosen.

A mid-level question, with a normal difficulty level, just that it is slightly more convoluted. The back and forth with several parameters would probably leave ordinary students perplexed.

However, for Liao Nan, it was indeed an easy question to score points on.

In less than half a minute, Liao Nan finished writing. The large letter 'C' on the blank paper stood out prominently.

Due to the owner's capriciousness, C's legs are kicking up high in the sky. The parentheses left for them to answer the questions were completely ignored, showing a complete lack of discipline and being very outspoken.

The answer is clearly there, undeniably correct.

The female teacher nodded and then shook her head. Instead of leaving, she gave him another fill-in-the-blank question on a function. Afterwards, she crossed her arms and stood to the side, seemingly wanting to watch Liao Nan solve the problem.

This is the penultimate fill-in-the-blank question, with a difficulty level comparable to the second-to-last question among the essay questions. Even ordinary students would be sweating profusely while attempting it, let alone these poorest-performing students who are completely helpless against it.

Just now, he did it, but due to the limitations of multiple-choice questions, combined with the mantra that these kids were spreading—"choose the longest among three short options, and if they are of the same length, choose option C"—it is very likely that it was just a lucky guess, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse.

A new fill-in-the-blank question has come up, which could be treated as a major problem. If one can answer it correctly, it would indicate that this child's abilities are not suitable for Class 16. For the worst class in the whole school, solving this question is absolutely impossible.

The female teacher pushed her glasses up slightly, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

The look in his eyes was icy and chilling, with a hint of indifference, as if he were looking at something completely insignificant.

Liao Nan felt it, as that gaze seemed tangible, and fell entirely upon him.

He furrowed his brows, feeling the urge to just put down his pen and have a proper discussion about life ideals with this teacher.

However, it was no good. He has always been someone who believes in reasoning and convincing others.

If one day he were to make a move, it would certainly be because the other party is truly unbearable.

This teacher's prejudice is understandable.

With the fingertips holding the pen turning pale, Liao Nan wrote down the correct answer on the dotted line.

Even if he could understand these people, he still felt uncomfortable.

I don't want to accept their prejudices.

Because he was unwilling to accept it.