I used Hextech Grinding to become a top student

Instead of going straight to the classroom, Chen Mu returned to his dormitory first, where his two roommates took the opportunity to catch up on their sleep. Living so close to the school, going to the classroom right on time was practically routine for them.

Chen Mu, on the other hand, rummaged through his belongings, finding all his old high school exam papers and textbooks, and took them all to the classroom.

When they entered the classroom, there were only three people inside: Jiang Yueyao, Wang Xuan, and Chen Mu's last roommate, Lu Chen.

Lu Chen is truly hardworking. According to Chen Mu's observation, students living in dormitories generally have much worse grades than those living at home.

There's a huge difference between having someone in charge and not having anyone in charge; it's much harder for people who live at home to want to go out and surf the internet all night.

Take the college entrance examination results of recent years as an example. The vast majority of undergraduate students live at home, are supervised by their parents, and can study hard at night and go to bed early.

Lu Chen, on the other hand, relied entirely on his self-discipline to rank among the top five in his class, which was truly remarkable.

So now, there's a fourth test paper in the class!

Chen Mu simply placed the first-year high school exam paper on the table, sat down, and began writing.

Lu Chen just thought it was too fake. You just came back from an all-nighter at an internet cafe last night, and you're still doing practice problems at your seat?

You can fool your buddies, but don't fool yourself.

These three roommates are all internet addicts. They are destined to either work in factories or waste three years of their youth in a vocational college, eventually becoming mediocre and struggling to find a job.

But I am different. Through hard work and sweat, I will be admitted to a prestigious university and will take the civil service exam to get a permanent position. My future will be limitless. Perhaps one day, when they come to my office to ask me for help, they will see that I am the director. I imagine their expressions will be quite interesting.

With that thought, Lu Chen felt even more motivated to do the problems.

Stay calm and make sure you can keep your smile from turning up at that moment!

Class 9 of the third year of high school is the top class of the county's No. 1 high school. There is only one high school in the entire county, so it is both the best and the worst.

In the county's top classes, students can get in based on their grades or their connections. Most students have good grades, but only the bottom few are considered a disgrace to the top classes.

For example, among the three geniuses in Chen Mu's dormitory, many people were dissatisfied with Chen Mu sitting in the front row, considering him a "super-connected" student. However, Chen Mu himself knew that he had been admitted through the proper examination.

It feels so good to have rediscovered the feeling of being a top student.

I kept writing until the school bell rang, then switched to Chinese and English and started memorizing.

Huang Zhong and Liu Weice entered the classroom right on time, deliberately resisting the urge to sleep, hoping to see Chen Mu fall asleep so that the homeroom teacher could ruthlessly wake him up.

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Sitting in the front row means you don't have the right to sleep in class. You didn't help me rank up, so let's see how you feel getting hit with chalk!" Huang Zhong chuckled to himself. What his good brother wanted most was for his brother to be doing well, but not too well.

But even as my eyelids drooped, I didn't see Chen Mu fall asleep. All I saw was a straight back, as if he were saying, "I'll go buy you some oranges."

Before Chen Mu could fall asleep, both Liu Weice and Chen Mu collapsed.

Lu Chen was also surprised. "Aren't you afraid of dying suddenly if you stay out all night?"

After the morning reading session, the first formal class began. Chen Mu stopped reciting and took out his math test paper, starting to write furiously.

After a night of digesting knowledge, Chen Mu's mind was clear. When doing problems, he felt his brain was burning. This was like an upgraded CPU; it was so useful.

It spins incredibly fast, and there's no lag.

Multiple choice questions, finished in seconds, like cracking a censorship block.

Fill-in-the-blank questions are like monsters; they may fight back, but they are still no match for powerful heroes.

The word problems are like heroes, but like level one. I seem to have already reached level six, and I don't even need my ultimate skill. A few basic attacks will take me down. Only the last big problem is a bit higher level, so I need to use more mana and cast a few skills.

This is a physics class. I was already a little annoyed yesterday when I saw that the student in the first row was second to last in the class. He was pretending to recite the text while not paying attention in class.

Today was even more outrageous. I had to do a math test during physics class. Am I even human? Is my physics teacher even human?

I deliberately went over and took a look. I wanted to take the test paper away so he could listen to the physics test properly. Although I didn't have high hopes for him, I thought it would be better to make an example of him. All the other students were good kids. Was it appropriate for him to stand out like a chicken among cranes in the front row?

However, his speed in solving problems was lightning fast.

Upon closer inspection, "Yes, yes, yes, all correct?"

Although these are high school level questions, it's still quite an achievement to get them all right.

After all, the one doing the problem was Chen Mu, a notorious academic underachiever, and he actually got it right. Science subjects are inseparable from mathematics, and a physics teacher can't possibly be bad at math. I'm very satisfied; I feel like this kid can still be saved.

He patted him on the shoulder encouragingly and said, "Not bad."

You might think that teachers are applying double standards when they look at students, allowing good students to do whatever they want while considering poor students a waste of time.

But in reality, it's the same set of standards; good grades really do allow you to do whatever you want.

"Not bad, what's so great about him? Is his handwriting good? Is the physics teacher his backer too?" Wang Xuan sat behind him, utterly shocked.

"Wang Xuan thought you had the dual backing of an English teacher and a physics teacher, and was terrified. Negative emotions +80."

"There's such an unexpected bonus?" Chen Mu heard the physics teacher's praise, looked up, and found that the physics teacher, who had previously looked repulsive, suddenly had a kind and gentle face, like the old grandfather next door.

All positive feedback!

Learning is so much fun!

Jiang Yueyao was even more surprised. Did she really do the right thing?

I thought he was just writing nonsense. He spent the whole night at an internet cafe, and he still had the energy to do practice problems. That's incredibly energetic.

However, Chen Mu did not speak, but continued to fight in the sea of ​​questions.

After class, the physics teacher returned to his office and overheard the math teacher, Ling Qing, complaining to the homeroom teacher, "How could you move the class monitor to the back row? It's so inconvenient for me to ask questions all the time."

The homeroom teacher explained, "Chen Mu was the top student in the class when he entered school, so he has a good foundation. We'll give him a chance. If he doesn't perform well and sleeps all day, I'll transfer him back to his original class in a few days."

The homeroom teacher has been under a lot of pressure these days, as many teachers don't want a poor student to be in the front row.

The physics teacher then interjected, "Chen Mu is quite good. I saw him do a math test for a whole class period, and he got them all right."

"Huh? You've mistaken me for someone else. I know Chen Mu. His math scores are always between zero and forty. How many he gets depends on how many multiple-choice questions he guesses right."

Therefore, the score can only be a multiple of 0 or 5.

"I'm not kidding you, you'll see for yourself when the time comes," the physics teacher said.

Ling Qing frowned slightly, completely disbelieving.

The next class is math, so she can see it for herself.

Upon arriving at the classroom, I indeed saw Chen Mu writing furiously.

Just as the class monitor was about to call for everyone to stand up, Ling Qing put her index finger to her lips, and everyone fell silent.

Then she stood directly behind Chen Mu and found that he was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even realize there was someone standing behind him.

This condition actually looks quite plausible, and then Ling Qing took a closer look.

Chen Mu was battling with the last big question. After a brief three-second thought, he had already prepared his strategy: first, attack the weak point to deliver a critical hit, then strike the vital point to finish off the opponent.

"That's absolutely right, and the idea is excellent and very concise," Ling Qing praised.

At this moment, all eyes were on the math teacher. In the previous physics class, the teacher had only glanced at the math teacher halfway through the lesson, so it didn't have much of an impact. But now, everyone was curious about what the math teacher was looking at.