Chapter 354 Came Fully Prepared
The moment the announcement was made, the crowd stirred.
“What?” A random draw? I probably won’t get picked…”
“I even prepared questions! Don’t tell me I won’t get to ask.”
“I didn’t expect so many people either. Can’t the people who are just here to watch not waste our chances?”
Despite the complaints, no one in the audience left.
Even if they didn’t get the chance to ask a question, they were determined to watch the show until the end. After all, who wouldn’t want to see Jean Ginger exposed for faking her perfect scores?
At that moment, the grade director walked over to Jean and whispered, “You can start calling out a seat number now. Just let me know which one.”
Jean thought for a moment and then calmly said, “Let’s go with 888.”
If I have to pick a number, it might as well be a lucky one.
“All right. Would the student in seat 888 please step forward to ask their question? If you didn’t prepare one, you can pass, and we’ll draw another.”
The student in seat 888 was a slightly chubby boy wearing thick, black–rimmed glasses.
When his number was called, surprise and excitement flashed across his face. He immediately stood up from his seat.
His hands quickly flipped through the pages on his desk.
It turns out that the boy had brought an unusually thick math book with him.
Jean noticed, and the corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
Wow.
Talk about coming prepared!
Does he even haul in a book that big?
“Jean Ginger, I’d like to ask you this question…” The boy finally found the page he was looking for and spoke up, slightly breathless.
He was, of course, asking a math question.
It wasn’t an easy one–it was the type that usually appeared as one of the final, most difficult questic on a middle school math exam.
Murmurs began to ripple through the crowd again.
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“That problem’s tough. I tried something like it last time and couldn’t solve it.”
“Respect to this guy. He dropped a bomb right out the gate. It feels like Jean’s going to go down here*
“Great pick. There’s no way Jean’s getting this one.”
Jean raised an eyebrow slightly.
In her mind, the full solution process was already taking shape.
Soon, the final answer was clear in her head.
“Do you need scratch paper?” The grade director leaned in and asked softly. After all, solving a tough math problem like this without drafting was nearly impossible.
Jean shook her head, politely refusing.
This level of difficulty doesn’t require scratch work for me.
The students below couldn’t hear their quiet conversation. All they saw was Jean shaking her head, and many immediately jumped to conclusions.
They thought it meant—
She couldn’t solve the problem.
The crowd burst into whispers, their voices growing louder with excitement.
“Stuck on the first question? And this is the supposed perfect–score all–rounder?”
“She’s hopeless. Sure, the problem is hard, but I almost solved it myself. There’s no way Jean can’t figure it out if she really earned those perfect scores.”
“Total fraud. All show, no substance.”
“Well, I guess we don’t need to ask anymore. I was going to ask something harder.”
“I told you she was cheating. She doesn’t have any real skills, and now she’s getting exposed.”
“This is hilarious! Jean Ginger never disappoints–she always finds a new way to embarrass herself!”
Just then, a tall figure appeared from the side door of the school auditorium.
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