He was the young master of the prestigious Hanson family—how could he possibly lose out to Meng Chenzhou?

Fang Jinglin drummed his fingers on the desk, frustration written all over his face, before turning to glare at Meng Chenzhou.

But Meng Chenzhou didn't even notice his hostile glance.

Everyone else was focused on the lesson, yet there he was, head lowered, completely absorbed in something else.

He must be up to something suspicious!

Sitting in the back row like that!

Fang Jinglin sighed in frustration, turning back to face the front, though his thoughts remained on Meng Chenzhou.

Just then, the teacher posed a question to the class from the podium.

The question stumped everyone, even Tangtang, who furrowed her brows in thought.

For a moment, the classroom was silent.

Seeing that no one had an answer, the teacher smiled and was about to assign the question as homework.

But at that moment, Fang Jinglin suddenly spoke up.

"Teacher, Meng Chenzhou from Team Four knows the answer."

From the back row, Meng Chenzhou, who had just been texting his housekeeper to let them know he didn't need a ride home, heard his name being called.

He lifted his head slightly, his gaze landing on Fang Jinglin and then the teacher.

The teacher, who had been focused on assigning the question as homework, hadn't noticed who had spoken earlier.

But the words "Meng Chenzhou knows the answer" were loud and clear.

"Well then, Meng Chenzhou from Team Four, why don't you answer the question for us?"

The classroom buzzed with curiosity as many students tried to get a better sense of Meng Chenzhou, the new transfer student.

What intrigued them even more, however, was the fact that he knew the answers to questions that left everyone else stumped.

A collective murmur of amazement rippled through the room.

Only Tangtang seemed a bit worried.

She had always thought that Chenzhou was amazing, but today was his very first day at school.

The books he read at home contained knowledge far beyond what the teachers here taught.