Liza yawned, leaning back lazily in her chair as if the entire situation was just a minor inconvenience. Her gaze swept across the room before she spoke, her tone calm yet sharp. “So, what you’re saying is, no matter who loses, no one is allowed to plead with Serena to intercede for them? Is that correct?” Ava nodded emphatically. “Exactly!” With a faint smile, Liza tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table, her sharp eyes finally resting on Serena. “Well, my dear little sister, did you hear that? No pleading on my behalf, alright? So don’t even think about putting on a saintly act today.” Serena bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked as though she were about to cry, but before anyone could come to her defense, a loud shout from outside interrupted the tension. “The results are out! The results are out!” A student burst into the room, waving their phone excitedly. “Quick, everyone! Log into the university’s website and check your scores! I heard the grades this time are crazy—some are unbelievably high, while others… well, let’s just say some people got single digits.” Ava couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I bet Liza is one of those single-digit wonders. How humiliating.” With a smug expression, Ava pulled out her phone and logged into the university portal. She entered her student number, her confidence radiating as she waited for the results to load. This semester’s test had been notoriously difficult. Students with strong English skills and a knack for translation had a chance to shine, while others who struggled with the subject likely found themselves drowning in unfamiliar terms. Scores were all over the place—some soaring above 90, while others barely scraped by with marks lower than their own age. When Ava’s score appeared, her face lit up with pride. 98. The class representative, standing on their toes to catch a glimpse of her screen, let out an incredulous exclamation. “Whoa! Ava, you scored 98? That’s insane! Only two marks away from a perfect score!” Ava couldn’t hide her smugness. She wore a satisfied smile and tilted her chin up slightly. “Yes, it’s better than I usually do. Even I didn’t expect to score this high.” Her gaze flickered to Liza, who was lounging in her chair, seemingly uninterested as she fiddled with her phone. Ava’s smile turned mocking. “What’s the matter, Liza? Too scared to check your results? Weren’t you the one preaching earlier about accepting your losses gracefully? How ironic that you’re eating your own words so quickly.” Later on, the group learned something unexpected—Liza had also participated in the English test. Although they couldn’t understand why a teacher like Liza needed to take the test, their confusion didn’t dampen their loyalty or their determination to stand by her. “We haven’t even seen the results yet! Don’t get too full of yourself, Ava!” one of the Class 3 students snapped. “Exactly,” another chimed in. “You made a bet to compare your grades with us, and our teacher decided to join in halfway through. Don’t forget, as long as any of us gets a better score than you, you still lose the bet!” Ava burst into laughter, her confidence unwavering. “Better than me? I’d love to see which one of you could pull that off. Are you saying you scored 99 out of 100? Do you even have that kind of talent?” The students of Class 3 bristled at her words, but deep down, they had to admit she had a point. One by one, they checked their results. While most of them had made improvements, no one had managed to surpass Ava’s score. “Someone actually scored a perfect 100 on the test,” a student muttered bitterly, as though clinging to the hope that this mysterious top scorer could knock Ava off her pedestal. “If only that person were in our class! Then Ava wouldn’t be so smug.” Ava’s expression soured at the mention of the perfect score. She already knew about it, and the thought of someone outshining her stung her pride. The fact that she missed out on first place because of this mystery person made her blood boil.“Who even is this person who got 100?” she grumbled. “I tried to find their name on the student portal, but there’s no information. Whoever they are, they’re ridiculously skilled! Those questions were brutal, yet they aced it.” The murmurs in the room grew louder, filled with awe for the elusive perfectionist. “Our university has someone this brilliant, and we didn’t even know?” “Quick, someone figure out who it is! Next time there’s an English test, I’ll study while worshiping this genius. Maybe some of their brilliance will rub off on me!” The admiration from the crowd only fueled Ava’s irritation. Just moments ago, they were singing her praises, but now all their attention had shifted to this faceless “god of English.” Annoyed and wanting to reassert her dominance, Ava marched over to Liza’s table and slammed her hand down forcefully. The sudden noise drew everyone's attention.“I’m talking to you!” Ava snapped. “What are you waiting for? Have your results come out yet? If they have, honor the bet already!” Liza didn’t even flinch. She crossed her legs and casually tossed her phone onto the table, her expression calm and unreadable. “I wouldn’t know,” she replied indifferently. Ava scowled, thinking Liza was just trying to stall. But in her anger, she forgot one critical detail—Liza wasn’t a student. The university’s administrative system wouldn’t even display her results. “Oh, right!” one of the students suddenly exclaimed, slapping their forehead. “Liza’s a teacher! Of course, she can’t check her results the same way we do!”