"I actually have some evidence here." Mr. Flynn’s statement immediately shifted everyone’s attention to him. The head of the school and Anastasia looked at him in shock and saw his humble smile and overflowing confidence, they instantly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Since Mr. Flynn said he had evidence, there must be solid proof. With this unexpected turn, Anastasia suddenly felt triumphant again, raised her hand to adjust her glasses, and sat straight up. However, what awaited her was Mr. Flynn’s added sentence— "It can prove that Marcus Shaw did not plagiarize." Head of School + Anastasia: "..." Can you just get straight to the point?! Without hesitation, Anastasia opened her mouth to deny it, her face changing suddenly, staring stiffly at Mr. Flynn. There has always been proof of "plagiarism," where is the proof of "no plagiarism"? What will you use to prove it? "Ms. Anastasia seems quite certain," Mr. Flynn smiled warmly, neither annoyed nor angry, kindly asking her, "What if I can produce it?" A seemingly gentle question aimed directly at Anastasia, at this juncture, she can’t just walk away. She must make a commitment and pay some price, otherwise, she’d be in a tough spot. Realizing the trap in Mr. Flynn’s words, Anastasia’s face turned pale, and for a long moment, she could only resolutely state her thoughts, gritting her teeth as she put it out there, "If you can truly produce evidence, then there’s no need for me to remain as the class teacher!" Mr. Flynn turned sideways and called out, "Director." The grade director’s heart skipped a beat, fearing Mr. Flynn would ask him to make the same kind of pledge. Unexpectedly, Mr. Flynn simply asked, "Did you hear clearly?" "Yes, heard it clearly." The grade director breathed a sigh of relief and nodded seriously, showing a composed demeanor. No doubt, if Mr. Flynn indeed produces the evidence, it will be up to the grade director to enforce Anastasia’s commitment just made. At the office door, spectators couldn’t help but discuss what they just witnessed. "Is there really evidence?" "Mistress Extinction is in trouble now, can’t save face." "If Marcus Shaw didn’t cheat, he’s definitely my idol." "Since things have escalated, let me serve as a witness." A steady and powerful voice suddenly broke through the chaotic discussions, clearly reaching inside. The discussions by the door abruptly stopped, as many heads turned backward in unison, then one by one widened their eyes, sealing their mouths shut like mutes. The just-closed path opened up again as he walked slowly in, the crowd of students moved aside spontaneously. With hands behind his back, Dean Carter entered the room calmly, with a smile on his face, yet his aura of power sufficed to intimidate the swarm of students at the door, even Anastasia and the grade director inside. Anastasia and the grade director exchanged glances, stupefied: Even the Dean got involved? Mr. Flynn looked over at Oliver Scott. Oliver Scott shrugged innocently: He truly wasn’t capable of escalating the matter to the Dean. Mr. Flynn then looked at Marcus Shaw. Marcus Shaw was also puzzled, glanced at the composed Nora Scott, and instantly came to realize. —So she dared to be so bold because she had a backup plan in place? "Where’s the evidence?" Dean Carter looked at Mr. Flynn. At this moment, the grade director carefully headed towards the door, intending to block the nosy students outside. With his back to the grade director, Dean Carter’s voice sank, inherently authoritative: "The school is impartial, not secretly manipulative. We do things with transparency; there’s nothing that can’t be shown." The grade director promptly responded, then retreated back in. Subsequently, numerous pairs of eyes focused entirely on Mr. Flynn, waiting for him to present the "evidence." "Time was tight, so we could only gather the exam papers from this semester." Mr. Flynn took out a folder, walked to a desk, and spread it out. Inside were exam papers and answer sheets. The exam papers were brand new, whereas the answer sheets had been used; they were crumpled, obviously neglected. "These are the exam papers for every monthly exam this semester in the sophomore year," Mr. Flynn placed a stack of papers aside, then held up a stack of used answer sheets, "These are Marcus Shaw’s answer sheets... Well, Marcus Shaw always loses things, so a few sheets were missing, but with our efforts, we’ve managed to recover two-thirds." When Mr. Flynn mentioned this, Oliver Scott couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. These couple months’ answer sheets were easy to find; Marcus Shaw found them by rummaging through his desk. But the old ones were just a hassle for them; they had to turn Marcus Shaw’s dorm upside down just to barely find a few inside a pile of books. "So what?" Anastasia asked in confusion, "His previous grades have always hovered around the passing line, not particularly strong, so what can this prove?" "This is a rather interesting matter." Mr. Flynn smiled, looking interestly at Marcus Shaw, "You wouldn’t know until you see it. Our dear Marcus Shaw, he is astonishingly unruly." Marcus Shaw curled his lips slightly. Nora Scott extended her hand towards Mr. Flynn, who handed her a few answer sheets without hesitation. Anastasia was desperate, feeling restless. Randomly pulling out a test paper and answer sheet and handing them over, Mr. Flynn leisurely reminded, "During the exam, Marcus Shaw tends to leave the easy questions blank. The questions he attempted were of moderate to higher difficulty, with an accuracy rate exceeding ninety percent." As soon as he said this, the office fell into silence. There was an uproar at the door. "Whoa, you can play it ?!" "The big shot doesn’t do the easy questions?" "That’s it, I’ve been led astray..." "Our school tyrant is kinda cool." ... The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 The commotion outside was intense, and if the dean weren’t in the office, these excited and eager students would have probably rushed in by now, snatching up the test paper and answer sheets to see for themselves. However, while the students didn’t dare, it didn’t mean the teachers didn’t. Several teachers originally came to see the spectacle and couldn’t resist the itch to join in when they saw how things were developing. They walked in immediately, gathering around to take a closer look. In no time, the answer sheets and test papers on the table were quickly swept away. "This kid is interesting." "What’s with the teachers in his class? With such high accuracy, didn’t they notice?" "This only happens during major exams, right? When grading all at once, teachers find it hard to notice. During small tests, he seems to just fill in randomly." "According to this, scoring like that is just ’a bit of improvement,’ not exaggerated at all." The teachers were enthusiastically discussing Marcus Shaw’s tactics. However, Anastasia’s face gradually turned pale, visibly losing all color. She suspected Marcus of cheating due to his drastic and seemingly unreasonable improvement. But these answer sheets presented a suspicion— What if Marcus’s grades were decent to begin with? Now, her original reason for suspicion was unfounded. As the answer sheets and test papers fell to the ground, Anastasia stumbled back two steps, looking lost, her previously spirited demeanor faded away, leaving only a soulless shell. "Marcus Shaw, can I interview you?" A young teacher raised his voice, addressing the indifferent Marcus, "Why don’t you do the easy questions?" This question hit home. Many curious eyes turned toward him. Marcus lifted his eyelids, showing little expression, said blandly, "The questions are too easy, I don’t feel like doing them." The whole room was silent for a moment, before erupting into an even more uproarious discussion, filled with laughter and teasing, all good-natured. "He’s something else." Nora Scott looked at Marcus with interest. Marcus’s lips tightened, but he stayed silent. "But, still lacking a bit," Nora chuckled lightly. In response to Marcus’s confused gaze, she casually explained, "I have a friend who scores just above passing in every exam without losing a single point on questions. The first exam, he got the entire school’s teachers talking, unanimously recognized as a genius. Now that’s what I call arrogant." Where does she meet all these unique people? Marcus thought for a moment, ignored her teasing, slightly pursed his lips, and softly asked, "Why didn’t you ask?" Nora must have known in advance; otherwise, she wouldn’t have contacted the dean earlier. Yet, from start to finish, Nora never asked him a single question—did you cheat? No doubt at all; it seemed she decided he was wrongly accused the moment she heard about it, and immediately started figuring out how to solve it for him. This trust made him feel secure, yet somewhat incredulous. Nora casually glanced at him, then casually said, "I have a brain, I think things through." Marcus felt any sense of gratitude evaporate with her words. With a flick of her wrist, Nora smoothed out the test paper and answer sheets, tossing them onto the table. "Anastasia, is this evidence enough?" Nora turned her head, her gaze precisely landing on Anastasia, speaking lazily, "If you can still talk, apologize to Marcus first."