“I’ll streak around the field!” “What an idiot!” someone laughed.
Percy smirked coldly and suddenly knocked on Stacy’s desk.
“Come on, write it down.
Evan Clarke will write his name backwards.
Simon Hughes will handstand and eat shit.
Ryan Walker will streak around the field.” Stacy, who had been sulking at Percy just moments ago, quickly grabbed a sheet of paper and started scribbling it down.
Percy swept his gaze across the group, grinning.
“Better remember it.
Don’t you dare back out later.” The boys cracked up even harder, not the least bit worried.
They were convinced that a guy like Percy, who ranked at the bottom in every subject, could only dream about placing in the Elite Math Tournament.
What a joke.
Mike smiled warmly.
“So, you’re saying you’ll compete?” Percy leaned back lazily in his chair, a cocky smile tugging at his lips.
“Of course.
How else am I supposed to slap a bunch of losers in the face?” Honestly, he hadn’t planned on wasting time on something like this.
It would cut into his gaming hours.
However, since Jonah’s little gang thought so little of him, he figured he might as well enter, crush it, and shut them all up.
Mike beamed and placed a thick stack of practice papers on his desk.
“These are past Elite Math Tournament questions.
You’ll need to get through all of them within the week.
If you don’t know something, come ask me.” Percy’s smile froze instantly.
“That much?” Was it too late to regret this?
Mike chuckled.
“It looks like a lot, but once you start, it won’t be that bad.” He then turned to Scarlett to ask for her decision.
After observing her last week, he realized that although both she and Percy were a bit rebellious, they took their studies seriously.
Especially Scarlett—she truly lived up to her reputation from Class A.
Not only did she handle her assignments beautifully, but she even managed to drag Percy along with her.
That pop quiz they aced?
He had no doubt they hadn’t cheated and believed they were fully capable of the Elite Math Tournament.
Looking back, he was grateful he had fought to bring Scarlett into his class, even if it meant risking Herbert’s wrath.
Back then, he was simply driven by the hope of saving a lost girl.
Little did he know that the lost girl turned out to be a treasure.
“I’ll participate,” Scarlett said with a nod.
She had already planned to enter the Elite Math Tournament anyway.
Mike’s grin widened as he handed her another thick stack of papers.
The following week, Scarlett spent nearly every minute outside of class buried in practice papers.
Percy, on the other hand, occasionally slacked off.
He even ditched school once to hang out at an internet café—only to get dragged back by Scarlett like a sack of potatoes.
The weather grew hotter by the day.
Students swapped their long-sleeved uniforms for short-sleeved ones.
However, along with the changing season came something uglier.
Scarlett and Percy found themselves completely ostracized.
In the eyes of the students, they had failed to avenge Jonah during the flag-raising ceremony.
They had even humiliated him.
So, in typical mob fashion, everyone decided to blame Scarlett and Percy instead of reflecting on their own blind loyalty.
Percy didn’t care.
He had made it very clear when he beat up Jonah that he wasn’t someone to mess with.
Push him too far, and he would beat you senseless.
So even though people still whispered and laughed behind his back, mocking him for daring to compete against the golden boy and golden girl, they didn’t dare cross him directly.
Thus, Scarlett got the full brunt of it.
Just like in her previous life, she was targeted by Jonah’s fan club.
However, unlike before, this time, she hit back.