Chapter Fifty-Seven: You Are So Foolish

Even Chao Xu himself was unsure. This fleeting glimpse and the small act of kindness would, in the future, be remembered for a very long time by a certain girl.

At present, Chao Xu was staring blankly at his mathematics textbook, lost in thought. His striking feline eyes were fixed on the pages, brows knotted in concentration, and he absentmindedly chewed on the end of his pen, his expression peculiar.

[Host, could it be that you don’t know how to solve these problems? Though honestly, it would make sense if you didn’t, since you’re suffering from amnesia right now.]

It was rare to see Chao Xu at a loss, so the little furball was gleefully taking pleasure in his misfortune.

“No.” As the furball gloated, Chao Xu straightened up, glancing incredulously at the textbook. “I just find this stuff incredibly easy. Are the youngsters in this world really spending every day learning things that require so little thought?”

The children of this world surely led blessed lives.

She bit her thumb, seriously pondering this grave question.

The furball was stunned by her words. It hopped over to glance at the dizzying equations in the book and began to question its own existence.

[How is this supposed to be easy?]

These problems were impossibly difficult! Even its own core programming stuttered when trying to process them.

Seeing the furball’s bewildered face, Chao Xu’s own expression turned faintly disdainful.

“You’re so stupid.”

If it couldn’t even handle something as simple as this, what use was it?

The furball: …

Why did the young lady look down on it yet again?

According to the storyline, Z Academy in the Imperial Capital was a school of great renown. Although a small number of privileged and unruly students had been admitted through connections, the majority were prodigies with off-the-charts intelligence.

Under such intense pressure, the textbooks and exams at Z Academy were considered among the most difficult imaginable.

As for the privileged heirs, no one cared if they handed in blank papers.

But even the geniuses who made it through the rigorous selection process often found themselves stumped by the hellish difficulty of the tests.

Curled up in defeat after being rebuffed yet again, the furball assumed that Chao Xu, suffering from amnesia, was just bragging, so it waited in secret anticipation for its host to stumble.

“Ring, ring, ring—”

As the new class bell sounded, both the desks at the front—Chao Xu’s and Chi Naiyun’s—had been replaced with brand-new furniture. The piles of chaotic rubbish had also been swept away until everything was spotless.

The usually dark and gloomy corner of the classroom looked as if it had been completely transformed.

Chi Naiyun, who had always been bullied by the entire class, gazed at the sparkling new desk and chair with unconcealed delight.

Chao Xu, on the other hand, remained expressionless, lazily gazing at the textbook, lost in thought.

“Ahem, class is starting.”

With the bell’s chime, a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit entered, textbook in hand. His rigid expression and sharp, hawk-like eyes swept over to the new student in the corner. Zhu Mu, the mathematics teacher, furrowed his brows so tightly one could imagine a fly trapped between them.

The bell had clearly already rung, yet the boy still lounged indolently, one hand propping up his face and the other idly flipping through his book.

No, to be precise, he wasn’t even really reading. His gaze lingered on each page for no more than a second before turning to the next, as if playing a game.

Just as he thought—another ignorant, idle young master.

The disdain in Zhu Mu’s eyes was unmistakable.

He had already heard that this young master, upon arrival, had ordered others to replace his desk and chair and clean the corner before he would even take his seat.

Exactly the kind of willful, unruly behavior he despised most.