Jian Xin's maneuver of selling out his cousin was indeed outrageously cheeky, causing Jiang Beiyu to not help but raise an eyebrow.
Looking at the fair and clean face of the young girl, Jiang Beiyu recalled lifting her from her seat that morning, when he had caught a glimpse of the only three words written on the pristine answer card: Su Nanzhi.
The handwriting was forceful and vigorous, matching the cool persona of the boy who had changed clothes that day, rather than the well-behaved student in a school uniform who sat before him now.
Jiang Beiyu had even asked Jian Xin what was the deal with this student that morning.
And his so-called cousin launched into a soul-searching triple interrogation:
"Are you a school leader?"
"Are you the student's homeroom teacher?"
"Are you the student's subject teacher?"
"If you're none of those, why the idle curiosity? You're just an ordinary competition teacher."
Jiang Beiyu: All right then.
Just an ordinary competition teacher.
