He was particularly merciless when dealing with “bad students.” Even Qadir had often been berated by him into silence, too scared to even lift his head. A delicate girl like Juniper would surely be frightened to tears.
Just as Qadir raised his head, worriedly trying to gauge her reaction, Juniper spoke.
“How did I score so well?” she asked, tilting her chin up. Her starry eyes narrowed slightly as she answered calmly, “With a pen and my hand, of course.”
“You—!” The Dean was momentarily speechless, wanting to get angry but realizing her answer was technically correct.
“As for the answers…” Juniper pressed her lips together, her voice dropping to a low, husky tone. “They were in my head.”
“You—you—!” The Dean was once again choked up by her words, unable to form a response. She was answering his questions normally, even politely, yet somehow her words left him utterly defenseless.
Qadir and Queenie stole a glance at the Dean. His face had turned a shade of sickly green. They had been worried about Juniper bursting into tears, but now… maybe they should be worried about the Dean. Didn’t he have a heart condition?
“Also,” Juniper added with a slight smile, “I earned those scores myself. It has nothing to do with Queenie or Qadir. The exam is about to end, so I hope you’ll let them return to the hall. If you want to investigate, fine. I’ll stay here with you.”
Stay and be investigated? The Dean looked at her intently, noticing the serious expression on her face. There wasn’t a trace of fear, as if she truly believed she had earned those perfect scores. Her confidence was almost unnerving.
But she had only completed her freshman year. Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
“Sir, I have the surveillance footage!” another teacher announced, rushing in with a laptop.



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