"You said you didn't need it yourself, it's not that I refused to get it for you."
Autumn James even confirmed this with Liam Carter.
Liam didn't respond, his frustration bubbling inside.
Even though he said he didn't need it, couldn't she just indulge him a little?!
It used to be her who pampered him, always worried he'd go hungry!!
Back then, Liam's schedule was irregular, and meals were hit-or-miss. Over time, this had caused him to develop stomach problems.
He was also the youngest among their group, having started school a year earlier, which was why he ended up in the same class as Autumn.
Autumn cared for him deeply, always considerate in every way, bringing him breakfast every single day.
He had taken it all for granted, bossing her around with ease.
But now, everything was different!! Why wasn't she pampering him anymore?!
A sense of grievance welled up, and the corners of his eyes reddened.
He was so angry that even his breathing became erratic.
Anna Hawthorne saw this, her heart twisting, and she carefully stepped forward.
"What do you want to eat? I can go buy it for you if you like."
Liam, in his foul mood, couldn't even look properly at Anna—his eyes weren't eyes, his nose wasn't a nose.
He kicked a classmate's desk in irritation.
"Then go ahead," he tossed out, ignoring Anna's reaction, and stormed out of the classroom.
He happened to run into the Chinese teacher coming to class.
The Chinese teacher had permed hair, wore a brand-new luxury outfit, and carried an LV monogram shopping bag, inside which were the textbooks and materials she needed.
She was curious at the sight of Liam's angry, hurried expression.
After all, this was a VIP student—rarely seen at school, sleeping at his desk when he did come. Who could make him this mad?
Although he had a bad temper, she still liked him the most in the class—he was just too handsome.
"Liam Carter, where are you going?"
Liam didn't answer and kept walking, angry and fast.
The Chinese teacher raised an eyebrow but didn't press further.
She slowly walked to the classroom, placed her materials on the podium, and pulled out the textbooks.
"Ms. Chloe looks even prettier today!"
A boy from a desk below joked.
Laughter and teasing followed from other boys.
Chloe Rivers shot the first boy a sharp glance but said lightly, without much blame, "We're in class, stop joking!"
"I know you boys are energetic, and I get it. If you're bored, go play some ball outside. The teacher can join a bit too—if you're idle, you could even teach me."
After adjusting her microphone, she slowly pulled out the materials from her bag, her gaze landing on Autumn James.
"Some people think changing classes will automatically improve their grades. Well, your Chinese grades won't get better overnight. Keep a good attitude and study seriously—that's what really matters."
Her words subtly targeted Autumn.
Everyone instinctively looked at Autumn, anticipating some drama.
After all, after the last incident, everyone knew Autumn was handling the class transfer.
Even with all eyes on her, Autumn didn't react much, pretending Chloe wasn't talking to her.
She lowered her head and focused seriously on the Chinese novel on her desk.
Chloe Rivers was annoyed at Autumn's act.
She rolled her eyes elegantly and dutifully passed on the message, "Autumn James, Ms. Nicole Brown wants to see you. Go see her now."
Autumn closed her book. "Now?"
"Yes, now. Go quickly," Chloe said casually.
Ms. Nicole Brown, their Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher, probably wanted to talk about the class transfer.
Without hesitation, Autumn got up and headed to the office.
Walking a short distance, she could still hear Chloe Rivers and the class joking behind her.
In the office, Autumn stood before Ms. Nicole.
"Teacher, you wanted to see me?"
Ms. Nicole nodded. "Here are two sets of science comprehensive exams. You can choose one to complete, or do both if you want."
"These teachers here are from Grade 11 Science Class A. They will grade your papers later, and you can trust the fairness and difficulty of the tests."
Autumn understood—this was the class transfer exam.
She nodded politely at the teachers.
She glanced at the papers.
Ms. Nicole's implication was clear: start with the easier set, and if she wanted a challenge, try the harder one.
But Autumn, a top student at Q University, though her previous life was in the arts and she studied Chinese language in college,
had once spent considerable effort on science subjects to help her seniors.
Especially physics—back then, to understand how robots worked, she had borrowed a college physics book to study.
It wasn't entirely for them; she was genuinely interested in robotics.
Unfortunately, her major wouldn't allow her to work in that field, so at most she could assist them.
To ensure they didn't see her as holding them back, she had worked day and night organizing materials and taking care of their daily life.
Meanwhile, Anna Hawthorne just had to act cute, needing to do nothing.
Whatever she wanted, people naturally delivered it to her.
Thinking of this, a trace of sarcasm passed through Autumn's mind.
Without hesitation, she picked up the harder paper.
She pulled a pen from her pocket and began writing slowly.
Among math, physics, and chemistry, physics was the easiest for her.
Next came biology, and lastly chemistry.
The physics teacher sitting nearby frowned slightly.
Time ticked by.
Autumn's blank spaces on the paper were gradually disappearing.
By the 45-minute bell, she had finished the last question.
A test that should have taken 150 minutes, she completed in just 45.
At such a rushed pace, the accuracy rate…
The three teachers exchanged glances, sighed, and shook their heads.
Young people were too impatient.
Ms. Nicole looked worried and reminded her:
"Are you sure you've finished everything?""Do you want to check it again?"
Autumn shook her head, reading the subtext in Ms. Nicole's voice.
Ms. Nicole sighed and, without further trouble, collected Autumn's paper and handed it to the other teachers.
"Please grade her papers, everyone."
The physics teacher grew slightly impatient.
Normally, he could supervise 150 minutes easily because students worked seriously, but this student—he observed her, and almost every question she read, highlighted, and immediately answered.
Even the big questions took barely any time to think through.
This paper was actually the recent monthly science exam—made especially difficult to challenge new students.
Even the Class A monitor, scoring 111 total, only managed 90.
He assumed this student wouldn't guess randomly.
But for Ms. Nicole's sake,
the physics teacher patiently said, "I'll grade it first; I have other things to do later."
No one objected—they were just here observing because they had no class.
He took the paper.
Her handwriting was neat.
He glanced at Autumn.
She sat casually, head down, hands clasped, completely unconcerned about her grade.
The physics teacher felt a twinge of annoyance.
With such a careless attitude toward studying, he thought, this student probably wouldn't take anything seriously.
Suppressing his frustration, he picked up his red pen and started grading carefully.