Chen Ru had misjudged.
Wen Ying wasn’t simply offloading all the pressure onto the adults. As a struggling student, the pressure she bore was far greater than Chen Ru could imagine.
Especially today—she’d caught the enthusiastic attention of her math tutor, Teacher Liang.
Teacher Liang hadn’t forgotten Wen Ying’s dramatic lines from a few days ago. The moment he saw her, he reminded her, “Today’s the day you can check your entrance exam scores. Did you know?”
Wen Ying nodded.
Know? How could she not?
She could practically see Chen Ru and Wen Dongrong sharpening their knives, charging toward Rongcheng, ready to lop off her “unfilial” head the moment her scores were revealed—oh, wait, they couldn’t, so all that sharpening would be for nothing.
Wen Ying couldn’t help but chuckle, which made Teacher Liang gasp in exasperation.
Xie Qian cast a faint glance at the two of them.
He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but Teacher Liang, who’d started out as a composed and steady instructor, seemed to grow more irritable the longer he tutored Wen Ying.
What happens when you drive off a tutor?
Her cousin Lin Lin would just find a new one.
Adapting to a new teacher sounded like a hassle to Xie Qian. To avoid that trouble, he stepped in before Wen Ying could push Teacher Liang to his breaking point. “What Teacher Liang means is that you should check your scores.”
Teacher Liang gave Xie Qian an approving look.
Sometimes you couldn’t blame teachers for favoring high-achievers. Smart kids with good grades weren’t just quick learners—they could apply that sharpness to everything else too!
Wen Ying let out an “oh.”
“Xie Qian, can you check your entrance exam scores too?” she asked.
Xie Qian paused. “I already know mine. If you want to know—”
“No, I don’t. Thanks!” Wen Ying cut him off coldly.
Why would a struggling student want to know a top student’s scores?
In her past life, when Xie Qian transferred to her school in the second semester of tenth grade, the former year-level champion lost their crown, relegated to perpetual second place, gazing up at Xie Qian’s untouchable lead. Only after he transferred out again at the end of eleventh grade did that “eternal runner-up” reclaim the top spot!
Asking for Xie Qian’s scores now would just be asking for pain.
Teacher Liang wanted to know Wen Ying’s results, and so did she. She decided to call and check right there in front of him and Xie Qian.
“Beep, beep, beep…”
It took several tries to get through.
Wen Ying entered her exam number, and the robotic female voice announced her score—57 points higher than her previous life’s entrance exam total.
Last time, she’d scored 521. This time, reborn into the exam hall and finishing the English paper seriously, her total was 578!
The other subjects hadn’t changed—only English had jumped from 91 to 148.
She wondered where she’d lost those two points.
Still, Wen Ying was thrilled with 578.
Heaven had been kind. If she’d been reborn during the first exam subject, sure, she could’ve saved her English score, but the other subjects would’ve been a disaster. A wasted rebirth, worse than her last life.
Teacher Liang didn’t know Chen Ru, but at that moment, their brainwaves synced in an uncanny harmony: “Did you enter the wrong exam number?!”
Wen Ying casually handed over her admission ticket. “Maybe I did shake and mistype. Teacher Liang, why don’t you check for me?”
Teacher Liang, skeptical, took it and called again.
He entered each digit with wide-eyed precision. The result was the same—Wen Ying had indeed scored 578!
578 wasn’t an extraordinarily high score.
For a Rongcheng city student, it might barely scrape the admission line this year.
But Wen Ying was from a suburban county outside Rongcheng. Schools offered leniency to suburban county students due to the lower quality of education compared to the provincial capital. A suburban junior high student scoring 540 could hold their own at a key provincial school, no worse than a city student with 580.
578 wasn’t remarkable. Teacher Liang had taught countless students who’d scored over 600.
But 578 from *Wen Ying*? How could he believe it?
He even spent two yuan on a text to check her individual subject scores—ouch, that stung.
Wen Ying’s math score was 135!
Wen Ying blinked innocently. “Teacher, I told you—after my illness, my memory got fuzzy. I’ve forgotten most of what I learned before. I really need your help.”
Teacher Liang was bewildered.
Really amnesia?
Or maybe she cheated on the exam—
The thought popped up, only for him to dismiss it.
Wen Ying was a bona fide struggler—terrible at math, physics, and chemistry alike.
Cheating successfully in every subject? That’d be more impressive than scoring 578!
Faced with two absurd possibilities, Teacher Liang had to pick the less outrageous one… Maybe Korean drama writers weren’t so far-fetched. Amnesia did happen—he just hadn’t seen enough of the world?
He couldn’t wrap his head around it.
Forced to accept Wen Ying’s explanation.
A student who scored 135 in math on the entrance exam, yet hovered near passing when he took her on—if he couldn’t cram that forgotten knowledge back into her head by the end of summer, restoring her to that 135-level, what would people think of him?
Teacher Liang didn’t want his teaching skills questioned. Saving an amnesiac struggler was a heavy task!
“Starting today, I’m speeding things up,” he declared, face stern.
Lesson hours were fixed—efficiency had to rise.
If one explanation didn’t stick in those hours, he’d go over it twice, three times!
Wen Ying’s 578 stunned Teacher Liang, but to Xie Qian, it was unremarkable.
He had a slight flicker of doubt but didn’t ask her about it.
When Wen Ying finished tutoring and got home, she found her parents sitting in the living room.
The dining table groaned under a spread of hearty dishes—Deng Yaomei had clearly pulled out all the stops. The feast rivaled New Year’s Eve.
Chen Li and Deng Shangwei were all smiles.
“Xiao Ying’s back! Sit, sit down quick!”
“Xiao Ying, are you thirsty? Yaomei, get her a drink!”
Wen Ying laughed.
They’d set up a celebration banquet for her!
Sure, 578 was far from a true top-tier score, but compared to her last life’s 521, it was a shock worth celebrating.
Once again, she thanked her stars for seriously tackling that English paper after reborn into the exam hall!
She hadn’t yet resolved her aunt and uncle’s marriage crisis.
She hadn’t saved Xie Qian from his tragic fate.
But she’d undeniably erased the regret of flunking her last life’s entrance exam.
Wen Ying couldn’t help glancing at her parents. At least now, they wouldn’t need to drain tens of thousands from their savings to get her into a key school!
If so, would their attitudes shift too?
Chen Ru and Wen Dongrong didn’t beam like Chen Li and Deng Shangwei. The couple seemed caught in some inner conflict.
