Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 92 - 092 All the Best! Princess Yongning’s Fervent Fans [2 Updates]

Chapter 92: 092 All the Best! Princess Yongning’s Fervent Fans [2 Updates]

"This math test was no easy task, for we used the same set of papers as No.1 Middle School," the head of the math department said as he logged into the exam system, "You are now preparing for your senior year and will be directly using the joint exam papers from the five schools."

The joint exam papers from the five prestigious Jiangcheng schools were notoriously difficult for a school like No.7 Middle School.

But for Xue Yiwei and Su Xubai, even the papers from Yunjing University Affiliated Middle School were still easy pickings.

"I heard that only one student from No.1 Middle School scored full marks," the math department head chuckled, "To score above 120 points is already considered very high."

Xue Yiwei also smiled, "Xubai and I have estimated our scores, probably around 140."

As the two were speaking, the exam system had finished loading.

Xue Yiwei habitually looked at the total score first, and she froze when she saw the number "150".

The math department head’s hands slammed down on the desk, his pupils dilating, "Our school actually has a perfect score?!"

Each big question was marked by different teachers, and he had only just received the total scores.

"Ye Wanlan?" The math department head quickly saw the name, he paused, then suddenly slapped his forehead, "That must be the physics prodigy Old Ren mentioned."

She was clearly also a math prodigy!

When Xue Yiwei heard the name "Ye Wanlan", she thought she had misheard, "Teacher, who did you say?"

"This new transfer student is incredible, I really don’t know how No.1 Middle School could let such a person go," the math department head said, almost dancing with joy, "A perfect score; with a score like this on the test, the top spot for next year’s college entrance exam is practically reserved!"

As far as he knew, the student from No.1 Middle School who got a perfect score was also their hope for the top college entrance exam score.

Xue Yiwei stared rigidly at the row of names, her usually proud mind crashing.

NO.1: Ye Wanlan

Math grade ranking: 1

Math class ranking: 1

Total score: 150

How was it possible for Ye Wanlan to rank first? And with a full score?

Even she and Su Xubai had trouble with the last big question, and yet Ye Wanlan had managed to solve it?

Impossible!

Xue Yiwei’s face turned pale in an instant; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, stumbling a few steps and running out of the office in a daze.

"Such talent in math, it would be a waste not to participate in math competitions," the math department head muttered, "Damn that Old Ren, always getting ahead, no, I must give it a try!"

**

In the morning during the big break, after exercises, students were again kept back on the playground.

"Could it be that they have some important announcement?"

"Right now I just want to see my scores, to peacefully die in peace."

Su Xueqing poked Ye Wanlan’s shoulder and lowered her voice, "Ah Lan, I just ran into Xue Yiwei. I don’t know if she saw a ghost or something, but she was as pale as a sheet."

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows slightly and only asked, "Did you read the materials I gave you?"

"I did, they’re indeed invaluable medical documents," Su Xueqing quickly diverted her attention, "The last seven parts of the Taiyi Divine Needle are indeed the most critical medical techniques; now I believe that the historical records about the Taiyi Divine Doctor raising the dead and mending bones are true."

"They are true," Ye Wanlan spoke softly, "That’s why we need to pass it down properly, to make ourselves stronger."

Unexpectedly for all the students, the one who came to the stage wasn’t the principal or any of the directors, but the head of the senior year two math department.

"The math results are out, and everyone can check their individual scores and rankings on the academic system," the math department head said beaming, "But now, I want to announce the score of one student who achieved a perfect score of 150 points in this exam!"

"..."

The silence fell beneath the stage.

Su Xubai was stunned, "Yiwei, did you score full marks?"

"I..." Xue Yiwei felt extremely awkward.

"It is our new student who transferred here a few weeks ago, Ye Wanlan," the math department head praised heartily, "Across the city, there are twelve schools using this set of papers, and only two people have achieved full marks. Student Ye is one of them, let’s give a round of applause!"

"Clap clap clap—"

The applause was thunderous.

Su Xubai turned around sharply to look at Ye Wanlan in the next exercise line, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

He had only scored 142 points on this math exam, but he knew all too well that the 8-point gap between 142 and 150 was much more significant than the difference from zero to the passing score of 90.

The class monitor’s jaw nearly hit the floor, "Wanlan, you’re this strong in math?!"

Ye Wanlan: "I know a thing or two."

Class 1 students: "..."

This "thing or two" is essentially infinity, isn’t it?

At that moment, all the students looked at Ye Wanlan differently.

Many students, including Xue Yiwei and Su Xubai, thought Ye Wanlan had gotten in through the back door.

But the score of 150 was a crushing blow.

"Sister Lan, you’re too strong." Jiang Zhengxue ran over from Class 8, brimming with excitement, "That old man said you would tutor me, is that true?"

"Really," Ye Wanlan nodded, "But you have a lot to catch up on. Wenli told me you don’t understand conservation of momentum."

Jiang Zhengxue’s enthusiasm waned instantly: "Physics is really hard, I should just study history with you instead."

"History isn’t simple either, there’s a lot to memorize. You’ve always been in the science stream, are you sure you want to switch now?"

"Then... then I’ll continue with physics."

"Don’t worry, physics isn’t difficult." Ye Wanlan patted her shoulder, "Come to my house during summer break, and Wenli and I will tutor you."

Jiang Zhengxue’s eyes lit up, yet she hesitated, "Sister Lan, your brother won’t hit me if I don’t understand, will he?"

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "In our house, I think only my uncle and Wenli are angels."

Jiang Zhengxue: "..."

"Let’s go, back to class," Ye Wanlan said, "I will prepare a set of physics notes for you, start with that."

Jiang Zhengxue hugged her arm and nuzzled it, "Sister Lan is the best."

Even though Su Xueqing already knew that Jiang Zhengxue and Ye Wanlan had a good relationship, she couldn’t help feeling disillusioned.

The school tyrant, how did she suddenly become an innocent little bunny?

At this moment, in the Principal’s Office.

"Principal, can we have Student Ye participate in our math competition?" pleaded the leader of the math department eagerly, "Our math students’ future is definitely not worse than those in physics!"

"Principal, this year’s calligraphy contest must have Student Ye participate." Teacher Khor from the Chinese department also spoke passionately, "Her handwriting is so beautiful, she’s sure to get good results. Who knows, she might even be able to enter Yunjing Art Center."

The No.7 Middle School Principal was dizzy with pressure, "This... does Student Ye even want to? All of you asking her to do this and that, she can’t manage it all!"

"Let Student Ye come here," Teacher Khor stated decisively, "I’ll surely convince her."

The math department leader puffed out his chest, "Me too!"

"..."

The No.7 Middle School Principal had no choice but to ask the Principal’s Assistant to fetch Ye Wanlan from Class 1.

"Student Ye, please consider our math competition," the math department leader said eagerly as Ye Wanlan walked in, "You can achieve the same success in the math competition as in the physics one!"

Ye Wanlan: "I’m joining the physics competition to accompany my younger cousin."

The math department leader: "????"

"But if I have time, I might still participate."

No sooner had Ye Wanlan finished speaking than the math department leader sprang up and dashed out, shouting as he ran, "I’ll sign you up!"

"Student Ye, you must be a devoted fan of Princess Yongning, right?" Teacher Khor looked at her with burning eyes.

Ye Wanlan paused, "You could say that."

"No wonder!" Teacher Khor clapped his hands, "Although your handwriting style differs greatly from Princess Yongning’s, it somehow blends the strengths of Han Yunsheng and Fu Guang. I’ve seen many calligraphy masters, but none have your level of skill. You must have practiced writing for a long time, haven’t you?"

Hearing the names of her old friends and mentors, Ye Wanlan’s gaze grew intense, "Yes, for a very, very long time."

In the repetitive cycles of 999 years in the past, practicing calligraphy was her daily task.

"So, I hope you can represent No.7 Middle School in next year’s calligraphy competition," Teacher Khor said. "Of course, it’s all up to you, no pressure."

"Do I need a lot of time to prepare if I enter the calligraphy competition?"

"Not at all, not at all, just write a piece for me when the time comes, and I’ll help you register directly. You’ll only need to write on site for the finals."

"Okay," Ye Wanlan nodded, "If I can help the school, I’ll participate."

The No.7 Middle School Principal was almost moved to tears, "Student Ye, you are truly my financial pillar!"

Teacher Khor: "..."

The Principal’s been watching those cheesy dramas again.

"Student Ye, I’d like to discuss fonts with you further," Teacher Khor rubbed his hands together, "To be honest, I’m also a fanatic fan of Princess Yongning!"

Princess Yongning’s calligraphy exuded pride, chivalry, and righteousness all at once.

He had visited the museum multiple times to see the few remaining authentic works and was deeply moved each time.

"Alright," Ye Wanlan didn’t refuse and followed Teacher Khor out.

The No.7 Middle School Principal thought for a moment and then had the Principal’s Assistant call for Su Xubai.

He remembered that Su Xubai had been practicing calligraphy since childhood, specifically Princess Yongning’s style, and he too planned to participate in the calligraphy contest.

He knew there were some misunderstandings between Su Xubai and Ye Wanlan, but they were both talented students, and any misunderstandings should be cleared up as well.

"Xubai, Wanlan will be joining you in next year’s calligraphy contest. It’s perfect that both of you can support each other," the No.7 Middle School Principal said cheerfully, "You’ve misunderstood her too much; she’s really a good person."

The last time, Su Xubai didn’t understand why Xue Yiwei was so angry.

But when his interests were threatened, he realized what anger truly felt like.

"She comes here and gets the physics competition spot, and now for the calligraphy contest, I have to compete with her," Su Xubai’s brow darkened, and he spoke icily, "Principal, don’t you think this is excessive? Using your position to favor her?"

To think that scoring full marks in mathematics could get her close to him and the Su Family?