Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 112: Professor 112: She got a perfect score, are you blind? [2 more updates]

Chapter 112: Professor 112: She got a perfect score, are you blind? [2 more updates]

The questions in this pop quiz were drawn from an old question bank, and if one searched online, one could find the answers.

The teaching assistant detested cheating, but even if cheating occurred, there was no way to specifically point it out.

Yet this time, the last question was incorrect, making it impossible to find the answer, but someone still managed to solve it. What could it be, if not cheating?

"..."

The entire lecture hall fell silent.

Some were shocked, some were gloating, and others watched with cold detachment.

Only Ye Wanlan remained very calm. She lifted her head, without any panic, "Zero mark?"

"Yes, zero mark. The questions before were indeed answered correctly, but cheating only leads to a zero score," the teaching assistant expressed in aversion, "Did you think that by cheating in the training camp to score full marks, you could do the same in the physics competition? It’s nothing but self-deception."

Xue Yiwei couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "I’ve always said her grades were unreliable."

Su Xubai remained indifferent with no reaction.

"Wanlan, you..." He Jiaojiao was somewhat worried.

"It seems that first-year graduate students in Jiang University’s physics department aren’t that impressive," Ye Wanlan stood up, nodded slightly, "You’re right, there’s indeed no need for me to stay in this training camp any longer."

The teaching assistant was almost laughing in anger, "What did you say?"

He was five grades above her, and he was not impressive?

Ye Wanlan didn’t speak. She took her paper and left the lecture hall without looking back.

Lin Wenli furrowed his brow and raised his head coldly, "Teaching assistant, what are you doing? The question is not wrong."

He had understood the question but ran out of time before he could solve it.

"This student, are you questioning my professionalism?" the teaching assistant turned around, unable to contain his anger, "If you don’t wish to stay either, you can leave as well."

"Fine." Lin Wenli’s face was indifferent as he followed Ye Wanlan out.

Seeing Lin Wenli leave, Xu Nanchu spoke out desperately, "Teaching assistant, he’s the top scorer in this science exam, and his physics is the best. What are you trying to do?"

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The teaching assistant, frustrated beyond measure, laughed angrily and slammed the remaining papers on the lecture desk, "Being in this training camp means following rules, look at yourselves—"

"Xiao Fan, have you finished marking the papers? There was one question marked incorrectly," Professor Zhuang hurried over, "That answer needs to be updated."

"Teacher Zhuang, I know the last question was marked with the wrong answer," the teaching assistant smiled, "You don’t have to come here personally for such a minor issue."

Professor Zhuang dismissed the claim with a wave of his hand, "No, no, no, it’s not that the question was marked wrong, I revised the question myself, and there’s no problem. It’s just that I forgot to update the answer, and it’s still the old one."

That statement struck the teaching assistant like a thunderbolt. He was stunned, "What... what did you say?"

So the question wasn’t incorrect?

But he looked, and it was utterly unsolvable.

"My mistake, I overlooked it," Professor Zhuang apologized directly, "But after the revision, the question became harder. I suppose no student could solve it, right?"

He had only made three changes, but the difficulty of the question had increased tenfold. Even first-year graduate students would struggle with it.

Xue Yiwei’s smile froze on her face—the question wasn’t wrong?

The answer Ye Wanlan had provided was correct?!

The teaching assistant’s expression became frantically anxious; he was about to speak when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Professor Zhuang, we have a student who solved it!" He Jiaojiao exclaimed, "But this teaching assistant accused her of cheating and expelled her from the training camp, even sending away the top scorer in the physics exam."

Professor Zhuang turned to the teaching assistant, "What’s going on?"

"Professor Zhuang, someone’s throwing their weight around under the guise of being a teaching assistant!" Xu Nanchu challenged fiercely, "He claimed it was for a lack of discipline on our part when he himself couldn’t solve the problem. He’s not you, Professor, so why should he speak to us like that?"

Professor Zhuang took a deep breath, "Xiao Fan, come outside with me to apologize."

Having said that, he led the way out of the classroom.

A student capable of solving the adjusted problem must certainly be a genius!

Professor Zhuang hurried to find Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan had not gone far and was explaining the last major problem to Lin Wenli.

Professor Zhuang only heard the last two steps of her explanation and his eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, that’s exactly how to do it. So clever!"

This training camp had unexpectedly revealed a great treasure to him!

"Professor." Ye Wanlan turned around, her expression calm, "Indeed, there’s no need for me to continue staying at the training camp."

She had come merely to accompany Lin Wenli, and now it seemed she could simply go home and tutor Lin Wenli.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s my mistake, I forgot to update the answer. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re brilliant," Professor Zhuang dragged the teaching assistant over, "Xiao Fan, apologize!"

Apologizing to a high school sophomore, the teaching assistant felt humiliated but still had to grit his teeth and speak up, "I’m sorry, Student Ye Wanlan, I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating."

"You’re not usually this impulsive, what happened this time?" Professor Zhuang struggled to suppress his anger, "How did you conclude she was cheating? Even if I gave the wrong answer, her answer didn’t correspond to the original!"

The teaching assistant forced a smile, "Teacher Zhuang, I..."

How could he confess he had been chatting with Xue Yiwei and Su Xubai when he found out that a liberal arts student specializing in history had joined the physics competition training camp?

Additionally, influenced by the gossip surrounding the prominent families of Jiangcheng, from the very beginning, he had viewed Ye Wanlan through a biased lens.

It was inevitable that he thought her involvement in the training camp was not for learning but rather for social climbing.

"I think someone who makes baseless accusations and fails to discern right and wrong while also being poor at physics is not quite suitable to be a teaching assistant," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "It’s me this time, but what if such an unproven charge falls on another student next time? What then?"

Professor Zhuang’s expression also cooled, "Xiao Fan, you don’t need to come to the training camp this time."

"Professor Zhuang, I wasn’t..." Before the teaching assistant could finish, Professor Zhuang cut him off again, "Leave now."

He didn’t pay any more attention to the teaching assistant and asked Ye Wanlan, "Student Ye, if you really don’t want to attend the training camp, that’s fine. How about we exchange contact information?"

Ye Wanlan didn’t respond, looking towards Lin Wenli.

Lin Wenli said, "Now that the annoying person is gone, I’ll head back too."

"Mm," Ye Wanlan finally responded.

"Alright, alright," Professor Zhuang let out a sigh of relief, "I will definitely find a competent teaching assistant and ensure that this kind of incident doesn’t happen again."

He nearly lost a physics prodigy right before him; such an event was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

"Wenli, you should go back," Ye Wanlan added, "I’ve made plans with someone, so I won’t be coming today."

Lin Wenli’s gaze once again turned wistful: "Okay."

**

After leaving Jiangcheng University, Ye Wanlan met up with Yan Tingfeng.

She tapped the table, "Hand over your wrist."

Yan Tingfeng obediently extended his hand for her to feel his pulse.

Ye Wanlan’s fingers rested on his wrist, but her attention was centered on his palm.

Although she hadn’t studied the Great Purity Pulse Technique, one could still tell a lot from a person’s hands.

Like calluses, for example.

The location of calluses varies, and so does the work one’s hands do.

And the calluses on Yan Tingfeng’s hands—

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped; these were the kind of calluses that came from knife practice.

But in modern society, who still trained with knives?

After all, firearms were simpler and more effective than cold weapons.

"Today’s pulse reading took much longer than usual," Yan Tingfeng coughed twice, smiling faintly, "Is there something wrong with my body?"

"No, the pulse seems stable," Ye Wanlan returned to her senses, lifting her hand from his pulse but not moving it away. Instead, her hand fell to the center of Yan Tingfeng’s palm.

She gently caressed his hand, from the center of the palm to the fingertips.

As if sparks of electricity were surging, Yan Tingfeng’s hand quivered almost instantly, the tips slightly reddening.

He abruptly looked up: "Miss Ye?"

"Your hand is very nice," Ye Wanlan said calmly, "I just touched it, don’t mind it."

Bing He and Tie Ma, who had just come in and heard this remark, were perplexed: "???"

In just a few minutes, had their Young Master become Miss Ye’s hand model?

Yan Tingfeng gazed down quietly at his hand.

Although her touch had long since left him, he felt as if the sensation stayed clear, jumping on his skin bit by bit like marshmallow.

For over three hundred years, he had never thought his hand could be caressed this way.

Yan Tingfeng, without a change in expression, said, "Let’s go, Rong Yu must be getting impatient."

"Okay," Ye Wanlan took the car keys from Bing He’s hand and gave them a shake, "I’ll drive. You can rest assured even if we’re pressed for time."

Bing He: "..."

He was confident about the speed, but not so much about his life!

**

Meanwhile, Rong Yu loitered outside a restaurant.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone, and a voice came from above his head.

"Brat, why are you walking with your head down? There’s no money on the ground."

"Dad?" Rong Yu snapped awake, "What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?"

"What? Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?" Rong Jingqiu looked at him with annoyance, "Do you think you’re still an investigator at Bureau 723?"

Rong Yu immediately shut up.

In his life, he feared three people the most: one was his elder brother, one was his dad, and the last was his mom.

He had no standing whatsoever in the Rong Family.

"Alright, to the point," Rong Jingqiu said seriously, "I’m here for your patient. Where is she? Take me to meet her."

"Ah?" Rong Yu was stunned, "Dad, you came to see me?"

"To see you?" Rong Jingqiu gave him a glance, "Do you think you’re worthy of me coming all the way from Yunjing just for you?"

"Okay, okay, we’ve planned to have a meal, and Tingfeng should be with her in the car," Rong Yu scratched his head. "Oh no, please don’t let her be the driver."

As he was speaking, a car stopped in front of them in an eerie manner.

Rong Yu felt a sense of doom: "It’s over, she’s definitely the driver!"

When the car door opened, the girl jumped out from the driver’s side.

Rong Jingqiu looked up curiously, and their gazes met.

The next second, his expression turned to shock!