Tokyo: Starting with a fake boyfriend

After the exam papers were taken out, the invigilators began distributing them, dividing them into four sets and handing them to the first row of each column, and then handing them out one by one to the next.

When Shiratori received the exam paper, he noticed that the paper was very new and had a distinct smell of ink, suggesting that it had been printed just the night before.

"The exam has begun and will last for 90 minutes. Please remain quiet, do not look around, and do not look down frequently. If you feel unwell or have any questions, please raise your hand."

After all the exam papers were distributed, the proctor standing behind the podium announced the results again in a loud voice.

Although Shiratori Osamu hadn't planned to take the Japanese literature exam, he still carefully wrote his name on the test paper and began to review the questions.

Even if he doesn't take the test now, he'll have to take it sooner or later, like next semester.

During the summer vacation, he needs to improve his knowledge in all subjects.

Three minutes later, Shiratori Osamu put down the exam paper, neither working on the multiple-choice questions nor picking up a pen, and began to wait for the exam to end.

He could just randomly tick a multiple-choice question and try his luck, but there's no need for that.

In order to make a name for himself, he planned to submit blank papers for all subjects except mathematics.

Doing this might seem pretentious, but getting a score of 10 or 20 in a subject you're not good at by luck is really worse than getting 0.

Shiratori Osamu glanced at the upright and dignified proctor on the podium, pondering a question.

"Can I ask the teacher if I can do a math test?"

Ninety minutes is enough time for him to complete three math tests.

The proctor, Eiji Hasegawa, stood on the podium, able to see the entire class.

Since all the students in the class were answering the questions quietly and scratching their heads, showing no signs of cheating, Eiji Hasegawa, having nothing better to do, inevitably had his attention drawn to the figure at the back of the classroom.

10 minutes.

30 minutes.

"Is Shiratori Osamu planning to submit a blank exam paper?"

After waiting for so long, Eiji Hasegawa noticed that Osamu Shiratori had written his name on the exam paper and was now sitting up straight and waiting, which made him laugh in exasperation.

What is arrogance?

That's called arrogance!

As a veteran teacher at Takeno High School, he had long heard of Shiratori Osamu, who was known as the strongest school bully, the tiger of Takeno High School, the king of fights, and the number one delinquent. In short, none of these were good titles.

However, based on the rumors that Shiratori Osamu had been studying hard recently, he had high expectations for this guy after he came to the class and planned to pay special attention to him, wanting to see if he had really reformed and what kind of grades he could achieve.

Seeing is believing. This guy not only didn't turn over a new leaf, he became even worse. At first glance, he seemed determined to hand in a blank paper, not even bothering to try his luck with the multiple-choice questions.

As time went on, not only the proctors, but also the students in the back rows began to notice this situation.

Everyone else was writing, but Shiratori Osamu wasn't. He was just sitting in his seat, lost in thought, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Although they noticed the situation, no one interfered, and the exam continued.

Because it was exam day, the bells for starting and ending classes at Takeno High School were adjusted.

"Ring ring ring!"

The bell didn't ring until 10:00.

The ringing lasted for 5 seconds. Once the ringing stopped, Eiji Hasegawa immediately spoke:

"Time's up! Everyone stop what you're doing."

A deep, powerful voice resounded in the classroom, exuding authority. Many students stopped what they were doing, but some were still unwilling to give up and buried their heads in their pens, because they had not yet finished writing.

"Stop all movement!"

Faced with this situation, the experienced Eiji Hasegawa spoke up again, raising his voice once more.

The students, who were trying to catch up on their studies, were startled by the noise and quickly stopped what they were doing.

"Students sitting in the last row hand in their exam papers."

Faced with this request, Shiratori Osamu picked up the test paper and handed it to the chubby boy in front of him.

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The chubby boy sitting at the desk in front of him took the test paper and glanced at it subconsciously before being dumbfounded. Why was the answer sheet completely blank?

Even though Shiratori Osamu was lazy before, he would at least randomly select answers on the multiple-choice answer sheet.

"Submit your paper quickly and do not look at other students' papers!"

When Eiji Hasegawa saw the stunned expression on his face, he almost burst out laughing, but he managed to keep his composure and spoke again.

In no time, all the test papers were collected and placed on the podium.

"The next exam is math. You have 20 minutes of free time, but you must be back in the classroom before the bell rings."

Eiji Hasegawa was in charge of proctoring the morning exams. After giving the order again, he packed the exam papers into a stack, put them in a file folder, and left.

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom erupted into chaos. Some went to the toilet, some asked their friends questions, and others took out snacks.

Formal exams are actually very mentally and physically demanding. The long hours of intense thinking, coupled with the impact of scores and results, pose a huge challenge to both mind and body.

Although Nakamura Tomoki was also holding his pee, he still ran to Shiratori Osamu's side first and asked anxiously:

"Xiu, I noticed you stopped writing a long time ago... What's going on?"

He noticed during the exam that his best friend wasn't answering any questions, which really worried him.

"I'm currently focusing on math and don't plan to take Chinese literature."

Seeing that he was getting anxious again, Shiratori Osamu was exasperated. Couldn't this guy calm down a little?

"Oh, I see. I need to go to the restroom. Do you want to come with me?"

Knowing that he had planned this all along, Nakamura Tomoaki, though not entirely knowledgeable, felt much more at ease.

"Go."

Next comes the main event, and after some thought, Shiratori decided to go.

As they left together, the classroom became even more lively.

The top students had originally gathered together to discuss the answers to difficult questions, but when they saw Shiratori Osamu leave, Kimura Seiichiro, who was leading the group, suddenly changed the subject:

"Did you guys notice? That guy didn't seem to have done the test; he handed in a blank paper."

"We found out that he wrote his name, looked at the test paper for a while, and then stopped writing."

"What's going on? Chinese is the easiest subject to score in."

"I guess they couldn't answer it at all and just gave up."

"It's truly disheartening."

Rie Asada also saw this situation and felt extremely angry.

After a moment of excitement, the crowd dispersed and began preparing for the upcoming math exam.

Of the six main subjects, mathematics is undoubtedly the most difficult, without exception.

Unlike subjects like Chinese literature, history, or even foreign languages, mathematics is a subject that cannot be learned through rote memorization. It requires understanding and comprehension; if you can't learn it, you simply can't learn it.

Even top students have to be on high alert when facing this subject.

As the time outside of class passed, the atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly tense.

"Next up is the math exam... This should be Xiu Jun's forte, I wonder how many points he can get."

Minami Yamabuki, who didn't hang out with the top students, went to the restroom and returned to the classroom. She glanced at the blackboard and couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"Next up is the math exam..."

Meanwhile, Shinonome Mizuki, dressed in a suit and trousers, wearing flat leather shoes, and carrying a file folder, was heading to her second-year classroom and couldn't help but feel nervous.

It wasn't that she lacked confidence in Shiratori Osamu, but the result of this exam had a significant impact on her, determining whether she would spend her summer vacation smiling or depressed.

Most importantly, it was the voice call Shiratori Osamu made to her this morning.

She only offered two words of encouragement to ease Shiratori's tension, but this made it impossible for her to be sure that Shiratori was in top form for the exam, and she found it hard to relax.

Exams are difficult; you can't get good grades just by studying. You also need to perform well on the day and have some luck.

"Ring ring ring!"

When the bell rang for class, Shiratori Osamu, who had already returned to his seat after using the restroom, couldn't help but sway his neck from side to side, interlacing his fingers together and pushing forward, making a cracking sound from his joints.

As soon as the bell rang, Eiji Hasegawa, tall and thin, dressed in a suit and with a serious expression, walked into the classroom carrying a water bottle and a file folder.

Standing on the podium, he announced in a dignified and calm voice, just as he had in the first exam:

"Next up is the final math exam for the second semester of third grade. Please put everything except pencils, erasers, and scratch paper into your schoolbag on your desk."

He then began distributing the exam papers according to procedure, starting from the first row and working his way back.

In no time, the math test papers were distributed to all the students.

Like the Chinese exam paper, the math exam paper also exuded the fresh scent of ink, and the paper was brand new.

However, the difference was that Shiratori Osamu was very excited when he received the exam paper. It was finally his turn to take the subject he was good at, and he could finally show his skills.

[Full Concentration] Activated

[Desperate Counterattack] Begins

Shiratori Shu took out a mechanical pencil from his pencil case and immediately activated dual mode.

He wasn't tired at all, but he wanted to give it his all.

In order to make a name for herself, for the twin sisters to have the blessing of having both husband and wife, and to let everyone see just how wise Lady Mizuki's decision really is!

"The exam has a total duration of 90 minutes. Please remain quiet."

Since it was the second exam, Eiji Hasegawa didn't elaborate much this time, but simply gave orders.

After finishing this task, he stood behind the podium and began to examine the entire class.

However, his subconscious glance around revealed a scene that took him by surprise.

"Has Shiratori Osamu started answering the questions?"

In the last row by the window, Shiratori Osamu, with blond hair, black skin, thick eyebrows, black eyes, a well-defined face, and handsome features, who had a somewhat roguish and carefree air about him, sat up straight, his expression calm and serious, calmly and confidently writing a paper.

At first glance, this guy actually looks like a decent student. Is he finally going to get serious?

"This time you're not slacking off, and you're just randomly answering multiple-choice questions?"

That being said, Eiji Hasegawa quickly noticed that Osamu Shiratori was answering questions extremely fast, frantically ticking off the answer sheet area, and felt quite disappointed.

This is a common tactic used by struggling students: regardless of whether it's right or wrong, they fill in all the multiple-choice answers first.

Although he didn't know why Shiratori Osamu suddenly perked up and started answering the questions, he didn't pay much attention to it after noticing it, and instead focused on examining the other students.

Other students answered questions in a more normal way, prioritizing multiple-choice questions and usually thinking about them or even calculating on scratch paper before writing down their answers.

Unlike Shiratori Osamu, who doesn't have a thought process or calculation process at all, he just paints and paints.

Among the students in Class 3(1), there was another student he paid special attention to, namely Minami Yamabuki, who received a recommendation letter from the University of Tokyo after entering the third year.

Although Takeno High School is a well-known school in Tokyo as a college preparatory school, it's not something you can just send a recommendation letter from the University of Tokyo whenever you want.

The principal, together with teachers from related private schools affiliated with the University of Tokyo, submitted the application to the professors at the University of Tokyo based on the school's and private school's exceptionally high deviation scores and outstanding performance, along with Minami Yamabuki's application form, which ultimately led to the award being granted.

Minami Yamabuki, who was sitting in the second row of the first row, was also answering questions at an unusually fast pace, but it was still within a reasonable range.

Because of the close proximity, he was able to see that Minami Yamabuki answered the question after carefully reading it.

"No wonder she's always ranked first in the grade; nothing can stump her."

Seeing such a fast answering speed, Eiji Hasegawa was very pleased and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Despite his interest, after watching for a while, he began to focus on the other students, because a super-achiever like Minami Yamabuki was someone he didn't need to worry about at all.

Ten minutes into the exam, Eiji Hasegawa's gaze swept over the figure in the corner of the classroom again, and he couldn't help but feel surprised: "Why is Osamu Shiratori still writing? Didn't he finish answering the multiple-choice questions a long time ago?"

Fifteen minutes into the exam, Eiji Hasegawa's gaze was drawn to the man: "Why is he still writing?"

Twenty minutes into the exam, Eiji Hasegawa began to wonder: "What is he writing? Is he drawing?"

Twenty-three minutes into the exam, Eiji Hasegawa finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I can finally stop writing."

However, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Shiratori Osamu suddenly raise his hand and request to communicate.

"What on earth is this kid up to?"