He was particrly 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 nce 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 onlypleted her freshman year. Impossible. Absolutely impossible.


    "Sir, I have the surveince footage!" another teacher announced, rushing in with aptop.


    The Dean''s eyes fell on the screen, which showed the footage from Juniper''s examination hall. Someone had reported that Qadir and Queenie had helped her cheat. The video showed Queenie''s paper falling to the floor and Juniper kindly picking it up for her. Juniper never nced at the paper, and the two exchanged no words.


    After watching the video, the teachers breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had been worried Queenie had been led astray. As long as she wasn''t involved, that was all that mattered. As for Juniper...


    The video showed her finishing the literature exam early and then napping on her desk. She finished the math exam in an hour, spending the rest of the time doodling. To get two perfect scores in such a short amount of time? It was only possible if she had memorized the answers beforehand.


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    "Alright, you two can go back to your exam," the Dean said sternly to Queenie and Qadir. He trusted Queenie''s character and had only called her in as a matter of procedure. As for Qadir, while his scores had improved, he still hadn''t passed. Who would copy from him?


    “Sir, Juniper couldn''t possibly have—” Queenie refused to leave, her face creased with worry as she tried to defend her friend.


    "Queenie!" Juniper cut her off, ncing at the time. Her expression was serious. "Go back and finish your exam. I''ll take care of this little issue, and we can grab dinnerter."


    Dinner? Qadir was so worried he was on the verge of tears, but hearing Juniper talk about dinner... he managed to choke them back down.


    In the end, under Juniper''s “persuasion,” the two had no choice but to leave the office.


    "I''m so scared she''ll be bullied..." Queenie said, her eyes red with concern. So many teachers disliked her; they would surely use this as an excuse to get rid of her.


    "What if..." Qadir paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "What if we call Juniper''s distant brother?"


    With his support, Juniper would surely be fine.