Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 159

In the office, Juniper continued to work, switching from her math paper back to her literature one and then back again. The teachers were completely 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 blank 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 had completed 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 impeccable, 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 glances, 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 plans with Qadir and the others.

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

“I thought her essay was excellent when I graded it last time,” the second teacher commented. “This one is even better. The structure is more complete.”

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. Poetry fill-in-the-blanks, all correct. Classical text analysis, all correct. By this point, her hand was shaking, and her head was buzzing.