The classmates who were just envying Zuzi for having four new phones and a cutting-edge wristwatch communicator couldn’t help but snort disdainfully.
All the good stuff got snatched up by a country bumpkin!
Has the country bumpkin never used a phone in her life?
Can she even understand the rules of "Honor"?
The homeroom teacher, Zhang Bin, was even more frustrated to the point of being speechless: "This is outrageous, do you think I’m invisible? Cheating on a test with your phone, Zuzi, get out of my class—"
Before he could finish, the usually timid Wu Qianman stood up: "Teacher, I gave her the phone. It’s not connected to the internet nor is the system set up. There’s no study material in it for cheating; it’s just a... slate, yes, a slate. If you’re not happy seeing it, I’ll put it on the lectern."
She quickly helped Zuzi by collecting the four phones and putting them away temporarily.
Zhang Bin wanted to make an example out of this but had no chance.
Glaring angrily at Zuzi and Wu Qianman, Zhang Bin slapped the test papers in his hand with a loud snap: "You yourself are a poor student, and now you’ve corrupted a good one! Hmph, wait for the live stream when you lose the bet!"
Zuzi propped her chin lazily and asked casually, "Actually, you all keep talking about live streaming, what does live streaming even mean?"
She could infuriate a fool to death!
Wu Qianman turned back to explain in a low voice, "It’s like recording everything you do in a certain event and broadcasting it live for everyone to see. People can even comment in real-time, like with bullet screens."
Zuzi seemed half-understanding, "Oh, like watching a play in the palace of the Queen Mother of the West?"
The corners of Wu Qianman’s mouth twitched, "Kind of."
Zuzi, please, can’t you use examples that aren’t at the level of the Queen Mother? It’s terrifying enough to scare a god!
Gu Jingyan, who was napping on his desk, was awakened by the noise and turned over, frowning: "Soon you’ll have your own live streaming moment since your score will never match your age."
Given her blank answers in English and the mess of multiple choice answers in comprehensive subjects, even giving her 18 points might make her cocky.
Unless she humbly asks him to let her copy some answers.
Hurry up and ask him.
Maybe, out of pity for her, he’d consider helping.
Just when Gu Jingyan was arrogantly waiting for his "little desk mate" to ask meekly.
Zuzi smiled brightly, "Xiao Yan, you’re right. This ancestor will never have a score higher than her age."
"Let me calculate, how many thousand years old am I this year..."
Her skill at annoying people is unrivaled in the world.
She can piss someone off so much that they rise up from their coffin just to rage again!
Zhang Bin looked at her dismissively and began handing out the exam papers.
When he got to Zuzi, the scratch paper for math was out, and he couldn’t be bothered to fetch more, sneering, "Anyway, you wouldn’t be able to do it. Why waste scratch paper?"
Gu Jingyan was about to kindly rip his scratch paper in half to help the foolish little desk mate.
But as he tore, only halfway through the sheet...
Zuzi chuckled softly, "This ancestor doesn’t need scratch paper."
Damn it, he shouldn’t have any kindness in his heart.
This fool should hurry up and livestream, hurry and leave. He doesn’t care, he’d rather have no desk mate, free and easy!
As soon as the exams are over, he’s applying for a seat change!
What’s this nonsense about arranging seats based on money, the whole class should be seated according to scores!