Su Wan didn’t mind being ridiculed.

With the final exams approaching, she remembered that she had always been a top student before, never ranking outside the top ten in her grade. Now, with her improved memory and comprehension, she planned to finish reviewing all the material before the exams.

She replied calmly, “My grades aren’t good, but I’ve done all my homework myself.”

“You managed to score over 90 on the recent math quiz?” The chemistry teacher looked at her with disdain, as if she were a hopeless case. “Copying is copying. Why lie so compulsively?”

In reality, she really had completed the recent assignments herself.

Although she had forgotten some concepts, she was able to review the material and write out the answers as she went along. As for the problem on the blackboard, if given some time to review, she could solve that too.

But the teacher clearly wasn’t going to give her that time.

And thinking about it, it made sense. For someone who had been among the worst in the class to suddenly start doing homework diligently and even achieve decent scores, anyone would suspect foul play.

According to the original story, this teacher had questionable character—sharp-tongued and petty. Years later, in an effort to curry favor with the protagonist, he humiliated Su Wan, the cannon fodder, even more thoroughly, ensuring her complete disgrace.

Su Wan had no interest in arguing endlessly with him and simply sat back down.

Her action seemed to ignite the teacher’s temper even further.

“Stand up!” he barked.

Su Wan didn’t move.

Sitting in the back row, Shen Tingyan observed the scene, his lips tightening into a thin line.

“I did the problems myself,” Su Wan said sincerely. “If the teacher doesn’t believe me, that’s fine—just assume I copied them. But let’s not waste everyone else’s class time because of a bad apple like me.”

Her unusually candid tone almost made the chemistry teacher lose his breath.

The other students, who were already fed up with the teacher’s constant sarcasm and negativity, couldn’t help but smirk when they saw Su Wan openly retort like that.

Soft laughter rippled through the class.

The chemistry teacher’s face grew even darker, turning purple with anger.

In his mind, Su Wan was nothing but dead wood, someone who should just follow her rich parents and get out of this academic environment.

“If you score over 80 on the final exam, I’ll leave this class myself.”

He sneered. “Want me out of your sight? Try using that rusty brain of yours… Oh, but I suppose our dear Su Wan doesn’t even know what rust is in terms of chemistry!”

Su Wan didn’t bother responding, which seemed to confirm his assumptions. The teacher continued ranting on the podium, clearly pleased with himself.

She quietly returned to her book, thinking to herself:

With the limited content in the first-year curriculum, it’s actually pretty hard to score anything less than 80.

But if I don’t want to embarrass him, what should I do?