In the office, Juniper continued to work, switching from her math paper back to her literature one and then back again. The teachers werepletely bewildered; they had never seen anyone take a test like this. What was she up to? She had better be getting the answers right.


    Time ticked by. The nk spaces on both answer sheets dwindled until there were none left. The teachers slowly realized that she had finished the entire math exam and was now just writing the conclusion to her essay. There were still fifteen minutes left on the clock. The end of the essay would take five minutes at most. Did that mean..... she had finished early again?


    The teachers'' eyes widened in disbelief. She hadpleted two full exams in under two and a half hours? The literature exam alone was supposed to take that long.


    The Dean shot to his feet, his eyes glued to the tip of Juniper''s pen. It moved without the slightest pause, with a speed that was almost frightening. Did she not need to think at all? He had to get a closer look.


    As the Dean stood, the math and literature teachers, along with the others, rose as well, their curiosity piqued. Her timing was impable, now all that was left was to grade the papers. At this point, their attitude towards her had shifted dramatically. They no longer dared to make any assumptions about her score. They were too afraid of being proven wrong again.


    "Click."


    Just as the teachers were exchanging uncertain nces, the crisp sound of a pen being set down drew their attention.


    "I''m done, sir," Juniper announced, rubbing her wrist. "May I have them graded now?" If they graded them now, she could still make it to lunch. She had ns with Qadir and the others.


    “Huh?” The Dean,pletely out of it, scratched his head and looked at the equally stunned math and literature teachers. "You two... grade them. Here and now."


    "Alright." The two teachers walked to the front, and Juniper politely stepped aside, retreating to a corner of the room.


    "This... this is..." A few minutester, the literature teacher was the first to speak, or rather, stammer.


    All eyes turned to her. She was holding up Juniper''s answer sheet with trembling hands, repeating the word "this" over and over, unable to finish her sentence. Was it that good, or that bad?


    "What''s wrong?" the literature teacher from another ss asked, leaning in. "Is there a problem?"


    "Wow," she breathed as she saw the paper, her eyes lighting up. "Her handwriting is beautiful." "It really is," the third literature teacher agreed, captivated ive never seen such a neat and clean answer sheet.”


    During the initial quiz, the three of them had divided the grading. To ensure fairness, the student names had been covered Because Juniper''s handwriting was so good and her answers so well-written, they had all given full marks for the sections they graded, which had resulted in abined perfect score.


    "I thought her essay was excellent when I graded itst time," the second teachermented. "This one is even better. The structure is moreplete."


    To be honest, in her decade of teaching, she couldn''t write an essay this good.


    “Well, let''s grade the rest. Maybe it''s just the multiple-choice and the essay that are good," one of them urged.


    At their prompting, the first teacher


    picked up her red pen and began to grade against the answer key.


    Multiple-choice, all correct. Po


    fill-in-the-nks, all correct.


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    ssical text analysis, all correct. By this point, her hand was shaking, and her head was buzzing.