For ten minutes, the principal's office was silent. The head of studies' red pen for marking didn't touch down once. His expression serious, he stared at that test paper from every angle, and eventually, anxiously stood up saying, "Wait, I'll go check the surveillance." The other teachers were puzzled. "What do you need to view the surveillance for?" The homeroom teacher of Class C was the first to pick up Qiao Nian's paper to look at it. The principal partially blocked their view, and he didn't see clearly how well the paper was answered. The other teachers were also curious and leaned in to watch. Choice questions... all correct. Fill-in-the-blank questions... all correct. Their eyes darted between the answer key and Qiao Nian's answers on the test paper, growing more alarmed and more doubtful of their own eyes as they looked. All correct! Still all correct! And still all correct! How could it all be correct? Several teachers changed their faces at once, looking toward Qiao Nian. Qiao Nian, with her beautiful face, looked indifferent, not even glancing at the paper grading, as if she was certain of her score and uninterested in looking at it. Bowing her head, it seemed as though she was responding to a text message. [From Jiang Li: Nian Nian, I unexpectedly have work tonight, so I won't be around. Don't wander off after school; I've asked Master Wang to pick you up.] Qiao Nian had just replied to him. Her phone dinged once more. [From Ye Wangchuan: How was the test?] Qiao Nian's brows subtly moved, her dark eyes staring at the phone as she sent a message back. The blank chat box quickly filled with another message. [From Ye Wangchuan: Do you want to move to Class A? I can talk to the school for you.] Squinting her eyes, Qiao Nian observed the phone screen, making sure she had replied with a usual response, not that she had done exceptionally. As far as she knew, Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School had strict rules. It was already an exception for them to let her transfer here for senior year. What exactly was his background, such that she could attend any class she wished? "Student Qiao Nian." Before Qiao Nian could reply, the guidance counselors had finished verifying her scores and called her. She put her phone back in her bag, picked up her belongings, and walked over with aloofness. ... Suddenly, an anonymous post popped up on the school forum. [Darn, the new transfer scored full marks on the entrance test and moved to Class A!] When the post first emerged, not many people paid attention to it but as the number of comments increased, it gradually made its way to the top three on the school forum. [7th Floor: Keep bragging, OP. With our school's tricky exam questions, how could anyone score full marks.] [8th Floor: If someone at our school could score full marks, I'd livestream myself eating poop!] [9th Floor: Don't worry if you don't have enough, I generously sponsor. V5 upstairs.] [10th Floor: I'll also sponsor +1] ... [27th Floor: I'll protect the OP. They're all bashing you, don't worry, I won't bash you, I'll just quietly watch you show off.] As Qiao Chen walked toward the classroom building, Zhao Jingwei followed beside her playing with her phone, scrolling through the latest comments on the most popular first-rank post about school beauty Qiao Chen's endorsement to the National Academy of Chinese Theatre Arts. "Chen Chen, your post is so popular. As our school's beauty, you've got so many followers." Qiao Chen curled her lips in pride: "Well, I guess everyone is more interested in the National Academy." The National Academy is akin to the Tsinghua and Peking University for art students, a renowned institution in Jing City. No wonder Qiao Chen was so proud! Zhao Jingwei was well aware of Qiao Chen's academic performance and envied her for having rich parents. She was engrossed in browsing the forum when she suddenly saw a new post under Qiao Chen's, her face full of disbelief: "What's this?" Full marks on the transfer student test? Isn't that fake heiress the one who just transferred to No. 1 Middle School?