Chapter 89 It's a Perfect Score
Violet frowned, "What's wrong with him? Why won't he just stop..."
Before Violet could finish, Isabella walked straight up to the stage.
Isabella's back was straight, and her steps were quick.
Isabella sat down at the desk and picked up the pen to start answering questions right away.
Anyone being questioned like this and having to answer questions in front of the whole school wouldn't be in a good mood.
Isabella didn't like doing problems in the first place, and now she had to do a test paper. She was in an extremely bad mood, her face full of impatience, just wanting to end this farce as soon as possible.
The playground fell silent.
Everyone was curious - how many points would Isabella actually score? This anticipation even overshadowed their expectations for their own grades.
Over at the international class section, Bianca watched Isabella on stage, completely confused.
After cheating, Isabella still dared to go on stage and do the test paper. She must be really sick.
Isabella's pen flew quickly through the choices, completing each question in less than a minute. Soon she had already flipped past the multiple choice section.
Jeremy stared hard at her from behind, not even having time to see whether her choices were right or wrong.
Before long, Isabella had flipped past the fill-in-the-blank section too.
Jeremy's frown deepened. Up to this point, Isabella's scratch paper was still completely blank - she hadn't used it at all.
He couldn't help but suspect Isabella was answering randomly, and sneered inwardly.
What's the point?
He turned his head away and stopped watching her.
Time passed minute by minute.
In less than 40 minutes, Isabella stood up.
Those on the playground who saw this were puzzled. They were too far away to clearly see Isabella's answering process.
"What happened? Why did she get up?"
"Can't continue writing?"
"Looks like she's about to give up."
"What's fake can't be real, what's real can't be fake. Since she dared to cheat, she should have expected this day. Mr. Wright's judgment is still pretty sharp..."
"I'm done."
Isabella's cool voice came from the stage.
The discussion on the playground stopped abruptly.
"What?"
"She actually finished in less than 40 minutes? Are you kidding me?"
Jeremy picked up Isabella's test paper and handed it coldly to a senior math teacher on the grading team.
"Please grade it on the spot."
The math teacher took the paper and started grading it directly.
Since there was no answer key to compare with, the math teacher could only grade one question at a time.
Grading the entire paper took over twenty minutes.
The red pen drew a check mark on the last question, and the math teacher's expression became very complicated.
"Mr. Wright."
He called out, his voice slightly hoarse.
Jeremy turned around and saw his expression, thinking Isabella must have gotten everything wrong.
He sneered without surprise and took the paper, "How is it? The score is..."
Before he finished speaking, Jeremy had already seen the large "800" outlined in red pen in the upper right corner of the paper. The smile on his face disappeared instantly.
Jeremy's hand holding the paper froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly twice.
"How is it? How many points did Isabella actually get?"
"Looking at Mr. Wright's expression, did she get everything wrong?"
"I'm so curious, hurry up and say, what's the score!"
Jeremy refused to believe it and flipped through the paper from front to back, looking at the logically clear steps and neat handwriting throughout. It was simply unbelievable.
She had only written for less than 40 minutes.
Yet she didn't get a single question wrong.
How was this possible?
Jeremy instinctively looked toward Isabella, only to see Isabella's dark eyes also watching him, with a look of contempt and dismissiveness.
Jeremy felt a pang of guilt and immediately looked away.
Dozens of seconds passed, and Jeremy stood there dumbly holding the paper, not knowing what to say.
The vice principal waited for a long time without hearing him speak, and reminded him with a stern face: "Mr. Wright, what exactly is Isabella's score? Why haven't you announced it yet?"
Jeremy snapped out of his daze, picked up the microphone, opened his mouth several times, and said with obvious guilt in his voice:
"It's a perfect score."
The entire playground fell into silence, everyone staring blankly at the stage.
But a few seconds later, it exploded.
"What! Perfect score!"
"Less than 40 minutes, perfect score!"
"Isabella is... too amazing, right?"
"She really didn't plagiarize, this is incredible!"
Everyone looked at Isabella on stage with admiration or worship.
At the same time, people's eyes toward Jeremy took on a different quality.
"Isabella really got a perfect score based on her own ability. Being able to finish a math paper in less than 40 minutes and get a perfect score - with that kind of ability, there's no need to cheat at all. Jeremy completely wronged her."
"Honestly, don't you think Jeremy has always been really self-righteous? Every time he disciplines students, he puts them down completely, as if that gives him a sense of achievement."
"This time he directly accused a student of plagiarism without even having evidence. What kind of teacher does that?"
"We waited all this time for this? I thought he was so confident! Looking at him, I really thought Isabella had cheated."
"I really can't respect this kind of Dean of Students."
"Even if Isabella cheated, Jeremy should have gotten solid evidence first. Without figuring it out clearly, he accused Isabella of cheating in front of the whole school. To put it bluntly, he just wanted to make it impossible for Isabella to stay at Stellar High School. He just didn't expect Isabella to actually have that ability."
Everyone started siding with Isabella.
Jeremy listened to the students' whispers below, his face also turning ugly.
How could this happen?
Wasn't Isabella only supposed to score 800 points? Wasn't her previous math score 400 points?
The school leaders' faces also became extremely ugly.
They really didn't expect Jeremy to make such a big mistake in front of all the students.
Jeremy hadn't even discussed this matter with them beforehand, just went straight on stage to criticize the student for plagiarism.
Looking at his confident manner, they thought he had solid evidence, but it turned out to be completely overturned.
How could students trust them as teachers and leaders in the future!
"Can you give me my phone back now?" Isabella frowned at Jeremy.
He had specifically gone to the classroom to get her phone during the grade assembly - he'd been planning this for quite a while. How badly did he want to confirm her cheating?
The math teacher beside them quickly helped hand over the phone, "Sorry, Isabella, the teachers wronged you."
He felt deeply moved inside.
It had been too long since he'd seen such an outstanding student.
He had felt it deeply while grading just now.
The logic was so clear, and the handwriting was beautiful too.
To be able to produce such a perfect answer sheet in such a short time - truly exceptionally gifted.
"Sorry?" Isabella took the phone but smiled, "Ms. Nguyen, when you accused me in front of so many people, trying to embarrass me, it doesn't seem like you were the one doing it."
She looked meaningfully in Jeremy's direction, "Shouldn't the person responsible apologize to me?"