Anastasia’s answers were nothing short of flawless.
There were insights on her paper that no one else would have even thought of.
But after the initial wave of shock, the room quickly regained its composure.
So what if the answers were perfect? It’s not like Anastasia came up with them herself.
Who knew which genius she’d roped in to help her cheat? The logic behind her responses was so unusual—so brilliant—it left people both amazed and excited. If only they had a chance to learn from whoever had actually solved those problems…
While everyone was busy speculating, Mr. Lockwood turned to Anastasia and said, “I’ve read this exam several times, and I’m still puzzled by a few sections. Anastasia, would you come up and walk us through your answers?”
Anastasia instantly understood what Mr. Lockwood was doing—he was giving her an opportunity to prove herself, to show everyone that these answers were genuinely her own.
She shot him a grateful glance and nodded. “Of course.”
She walked confidently to the front, standing in front of the projector screen.
In the rows of seats, her peers whispered among themselves, voices thick with skepticism.
“How’s she going to talk her way out of this one?”
“She probably doesn’t even understand half the things she wrote!”
Someone snickered. “Where’d she get the nerve to actually agree to explain all this?”
“She’s about to make a complete fool of herself,” another said with a smirk.
Anastasia ignored all the stares and muttered remarks. Calm and composed, she stood before the room and began, methodically explaining her answers from the very first problem.
“What is she even saying…?” someone scoffed.
But as she continued, the heckler’s voice faded, trailing off into silence.
A few students exchanged uneasy glances. Someone whispered, “Why do I get the feeling she actually knows what she’s talking about…?”


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