Six fifty, brother, you’re not just driving a Land Rover anymore. It’s a Rolls-Royce now. Jiang Nian at six hundred and ten, Li Hua confidently suppressed him. Jiang Nian at six hundred and thirty, Li Hua still felt he could fight. Can’t catch a breath anymore. "You’re a real bastard, damn it!" Li Hua’s legs almost gave out as he nearly kneeled in despair, "How... is it six fifty?" "The wound of betrayal can’t heal! This isn’t even a wound, it’s an amputation." Even if Li Hua scored 80 in English and 120 in Chinese, he would lose a hundred points, making 650 the best possible start. Any score over 650 is beyond his reach. Zhang Ningzhi, although she knew long ago, still couldn’t help but gasp in shock when she saw the actual results. It’s about the ranking. Jiang Nian’s ranking jumped from a poor eighth place to the top five, smoothly surpassing her. Thick barriers, she’ll have to call him "sir" in the future. Li Qingrong glanced over as he passed by, without pausing for a closer look. He walked through the crowd, heading downstairs towards the sports field. Clearly, these ranks don’t catch the Holy Emperor’s eye. Jiang Nian, on the other hand, found this normal. He had checked—his class monitor’s zodiac sign had a slow-burn personality. Yu Zhiyi stood there, attracting the attention of a few boys. After all, the greater the mass, the greater the gravitational pull. She looked at the score in surprise, then turned to glance at Jiang Nian. "How did you score that?" At the same time, she bowed her head in thought, realizing something: Jiang Nian’s score—is he going to level-zero class? The ascension path had closed, but not completely. The rules are meant to be broken. Seeing Jiang Nian wandering over, Yu Zhiyi pulled him aside for a face-to-face chat with the two class representatives. "Hey, are you going to be poached to level-zero class?" Jiang Nian gave her a puzzled look, frowned, and asked back. He’s just gotten familiar with the teachers and classmates in third class; no sane person would switch classes. Level-zero class has top scorers, but the Olympic competition’s third class is the best for science Olympiads—the top ten students’ results are pretty much the same as those in level-zero class. There’s not much difference, but more chance allocations. "What’s with the attitude? Just asking." Yu Zhiyi rolled her eyes at him, "Anyway, the teacher will definitely ask you too." Jiang Nian mulled over her words, stroked his chin, and said. "The first move to make ashore is to cut Lao Liu? Interesting, but they won’t even ask, someone over there will block it." "Heh, narcissist." Yu Zhiyi turned and left. Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 D Building, second floor. A dozen long wooden tables pushed together formed this spacious reading room, now empty. On the tables were books borrowed by the previous class, yet to be sorted. "Keep up the hard work." A familiar voice rang out at the doorway, "I’m heading out for a stroll." Yu Zhiyi jerked her head up, and upon seeing... was stunned. Who else but Jiang Nian lounged against the doorway! "What are you doing here?" "Because..." Jiang Nian pulled out a work badge from his pocket, standing in the sunlight, even his hair shimmered a light golden hue. "Otherwise, why wouldn’t I have to run exercises." "I... you..." Yu Zhiyi was dumbfounded, "We’re in the same group, why don’t you have to work?" "Hey, hey, hey, don’t blabber." Jiang Nian pointed at her, "If you don’t want to do it, I’ll ask someone else." Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi’s words got stuck in her throat. Heartless Jiang Nian! So, Yu Zhiyi could only watch as Jiang Nian leisurely left while she was left alone moving books in the slow-paced reading room. "Jiang Nian, you bastard!!" The person in question had already left, completely out of earshot. Someone strolled around the flower bed in front of D Building, basked in the sun for a while, and then prepared to head to the dining hall to hunt for food. Where is he? It’s not like Hua is skipping exercises to hang out here, right? Damn it, I have to take a picture and report him to Lao Liu. Until the figure of He Minjun, the senior in grade four, appeared in sight. So, Jiang Nian paused there for a while. "Nothing, just saw you." He Minjun gasped for breath, "Does your class have library sessions?" Yes, but they later switched to multimedia classes. "No, I’m just here to help out." Jiang Nian pulled out his work badge, though he wasn’t working. His tasks had a substitute. "So diligent?" He Minjun was a bit surprised, clearly unable to understand, "Doesn’t that interfere with your studies?" "Not in the slightest." Jiang Nian casually steered the conversation elsewhere, "By the way, which class are you in D Building?" "D403." He Minjun looked up and smiled, "One of the two best science classes in the repeaters’ grade." "What’s the average score?" "Don’t remember, around five hundred, I think." He Minjun felt a bit uncomfortable, as if she revealed something private... Little showoff, looking down on the second attempt, eh? Sorry, the first attempt wasn’t great either. This year’s ostentatious taunting knows no bounds. The life of a showoff. "Let’s not talk about this, what was your score this joint exam?" He Minjun tried shifting away from the uncomfortable topic. "Six fifty-two, what about you?" Hearing that, He Minjun felt even more uncomfortable. "I... I’d rather not say." "Why won’t you say it?" Jiang Nian circled her, questioning from all sides, "Why not say it?" "You are...!" He Minjun held back her frustration, "Just stop asking, I won’t say it." Such low knowledge content won’t get you invites to gatherings. "Then I’ve got a rough idea." "You’re really annoying!" After jabbing him with two complaints, He Minjun waved him off, "I’m off to the restroom." Fourth graders don’t need to run exercises, but there’s a rumor that the fourth-grade group plans to have people running exercises on the basketball court.