It’s an Academic Fact That Rankers Are Model Students – Chapter 158

Chapter 158: The Plight of an Unprecedentedly Perfect Daughter (3)

Something felt dangerous, but there was no turning back now.

Worried, he read the game’s terms and conditions, and it stated that Seolha Group would take full responsibility for any physical disadvantages resulting from gameplay.

And…….

‘……There’s no way Seolha Group would just leave me alone with this kind of ability.’

Experiences in the virtual world were affecting reality.

If this technology were to spread to society, it would immediately cause a huge ripple effect.

It was clear that it would greatly overturn not only education and academia, but also arts and sports, and even military-related industries.

Seolha Group wasn’t just the world’s No. 1 company; it was possible that the world would become a dystopia ruled by Seolha Group.

That’s how far this imagination went.

And that fraudulent ability was given to a male student who was nothing more than an ordinary high school student?

Then it’s one of two things.

‘Either Seolha Group is experimenting on me. Or it’s a side effect of The World that even they haven’t noticed yet.’

To be honest, to Kyung-joon, it wasn’t so much a side effect as it was an opportunity to go from rags to riches.

Anyway, there’s only one thing I can do now.

‘It’s a bit creepy, but…… I have to do my own research.’

It’s a hard-earned opportunity.

As the saying goes, you have to know yourself before you start anything, and Kyung-joon felt the need to delve deeper into the ability of ‘Infinite Knowledge Seeker’ he had gained.

Whether it’s virtual reality or actual reality, both are the same.

‘If Seolha Group notices anything, they’ll probably contact me first.’

Like Chairman Yoo did at the restaurant last time.

‘He said he wanted to make a bet. What the hell is that old man up to……’

“Yeah, yeah. The test was hard. Earth Science was harder than I thought.”

“Right? It was really hard. Earth Science.”

He just half-heartedly agreed with his friends who kept talking about this and that, and was half-submerged in a swamp of contemplation.

“Hey, but Kyung-joon, you’re really amazing. Looking at Yoo Seol-ha’s answer sheet, it’s completely blacked out. How did you solve it?”

A question from a friend pulled him out of the swamp of contemplation.

“Huh?”

Kyung-joon raised his head at the mention of Yoo Seol-ha, the subject of the bet.

“Blacked out? Math?”

He tilted his head at the mention of her math answer sheet being blacked out.

“Yes. Mathematics essay number 1.”

Blacked out?

Did that problem require that many formulas?

Kyung-joon, feeling a sense of incongruity that it couldn’t be, asked his friend again.

“How blacked out was it?”

“Huh? It’s literally blacked out.”

“So how much is that? Like ten or twenty lines?”

“No, no. It’s literally blacked out. The handwriting is super small. In terms of lines…… I think it’s definitely over a hundred lines. Daehyun said it was just f*ck|ng black.”

“What……?”

Kyung-joon frowned as if he had heard something strange.

No, it was definitely a difficult problem, but over 100 lines of formulas to solve it? Blacked out?

It was complete nonsense, like a ghost washing and eating rice.

“No, that can’t be the answer.”

Kyung-joon raised his voice involuntarily because it was so ridiculous.

“Hey, are you crazy? Think about it. What kind of teacher would give a crazy problem that requires over 100 lines on a high school math test?”

It wasn’t loud enough to be deafening, but it was loud enough for anyone in the classroom to hear.

Swoosh.

A few classmates turned their heads at Kyung-joon’s words.

And they began to watch intently to see what Kyung-joon would say next.

“……. “

Among them was 『she』.

Her eyes looked as if they could freeze a person.

“Uh…… um, well……. “

Kyung-joon’s friend stammered, a little flustered.

“Well, what you said is f*cking right…… but don’t you think our math teacher would do that? Like the creativity problem……. “

“Yeah, but that was just for effort points (waterway). Why would he give such a crazy problem in the middle of the semester, especially in the second semester of our sophomore year when grades are so important?”

Kyung-joon continued, unaware that all eyes were on him.

“Let’s say he could give that kind of problem because it’s our school. But it doesn’t make sense that the answer is over 100 lines long.”

“Uh, um…… but Yoo Seol-ha seems to have written over 100 or 200 lines……?”

“Wow. How big is the answer space for that essay question? She’s a legend for cramming 100 or 200 lines in there.”

He finally understood why they kept talking about short answer question number one being blacked out.

Again, it was frankly ridiculous.

“Uh, uh…… what…… what’s wrong, Kyung-joon……?”

The expression of the friend looking at Kyung-joon began to harden.

“No, wait.”

Kyung-joon, who had been stroking his chin in thought, didn’t notice.

“Thinking about it, why did Yoo Seol-ha do that? She could’ve proven it in 10 to 20 lines, why did she foolishly use filler words……”

“W, Well, maybe! But Kyung-joon……”

“No, how is that possible? Even I knew that a year ago when I was terrible at studying.”

“R, Right…… But more importantly, Kyung-joon… Yoo Seol-ha is……”

“What? Did she have a headache like me too? Even I didn’t do that when I had a headache?”

“No, listen, Yoo Seol-ha……”

“What about Yoo Seol-ha? She’s not even here.”

Kyung-joon glanced towards Yoo Seol-ha’s seat.

Only her school bag hung on the side of her desk and neatly organized exam papers remained; Yoo Seol-ha was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps she went to get some water.

Anyway, that didn’t matter.

Kyung-joon continued speaking.

“Anyway, the answer to essay question number one isn’t that long, not long enough to use 100 or 200 lines of filler words. You can prove it all within 20 lines at most. And since she’s not here, frankly, the filler words were a bit much. What was it, we learned about citations in Korean class, right? You shouldn’t just quote famous people. Thinking logically, how does writing 100 or 200 lines make sense for one essay question?”

As Kyung-joon finished his sentence and waved his hand dismissively at his friend in front of him.

“Right?”

A cold voice came from behind him, sending chills down his spine.

Like a spreading frost gradually freezing its surroundings, the calm yet sharp voice continued without pause.

“Then how logically did you solve it to prove it all within 20 lines?”

A voice he had heard a few times, though not many.

A voice that, despite its infrequent appearances, had left a strong impression on his mind. Kyung-joon was startled and quickly turned his head back.

And there she was.

“Why don’t you enlighten me, the fool who used filler words?”

Yoo Seol-ha stood there, arms crossed, her entire being radiating an aura of icy disapproval.

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Provisional Score Time.

Originally, this would have been the time when the class president would be writing the answers on the blackboard.

Click. Clack.

But right now, it was Kyung-joon standing at the blackboard instead of the class president.

He was writing down the answers on the board with white chalk.

Almost all the students in class 2-7 were gathered, watching him intently.

About half of them were genuinely curious about the solution to the first essay question.

(※During provisional scoring, only essay answers were given, and the full solutions were usually provided later when checking the answer sheets.)

The other half weren’t particularly interested in the solution itself, but they were curious to see how the situation between Kyung-joon and Yoo Seol-ha would play out.

“And with that, the proof is roughly complete.”

Clack.

Kyung-joon marked the last period of Q.E.D. on the blackboard.

Then he turned his head to look at Yoo Seol-ha.

Yoo Seol-ha simply nodded several times as if to say she understood Kyung-joon’s solution.

Her expression seemed calm and indifferent.

However, her inner thoughts were a different story.

‘……How could I have missed that?’

In truth, Yoo Seol-ha felt like she had been dealt a significant blow.

To think she couldn’t figure out something so simple……

‘And as he said, I was foolishly scribbling away 100, 200 lines……’

Honestly, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a freezer and lock herself inside.

But in front of the other kids, especially in front of Lee Kyung-joon, she couldn’t possibly do that.

So Yoo Seol-ha turned herself into a freezer, freezing her expression solid.

Then, she said to Kyung-joon with a straight face.

“To be honest, there are countless parts where I skipped over things or wasn’t mathematically rigorous…… but considering it’s just high school level, I, I guess I did okay.”

Her expression was so frozen that Yoo Seol-ha even started to stutter.

However, she pretended as if nothing was wrong, gracefully flipping her long, black hair over her shoulder.

“Well, yeah. I told you I solved it using only high school level concepts.”

Kyung-joon replied nonchalantly.

Yoo Seol-ha continued to fidget awkwardly, brushing her hair back countless times.

“R, Right, high school level. It reminds me of Fermat’s Last Theorem. Come to think of it, there were many similarities between that proof and this situation. In the end, even though Fermat’s Last Theorem was proven, the reason it’s not recognized as Fermat’s actual proof is that it required using all of the most advanced modern mathematics that didn’t exist during Fermat’s time.”

“Is that so.”

“Y, Yes, but the point here is that even though Fermat was considered a genius in his time, the countless mathematicians from then until now are all highly respected figures in the world of mathematics. I’ve glanced at it, and the fact that they managed to directly prove something that easily surpasses 100 pages as a PDF file means that they too are top geniuses like Fermat.”

“Is that so.”

“S, So, in this situation, it’s like you, Lee Kyung-joon, are Fermat, and I am the modern mathematicians, but that doesn’t mean that I… no, modern mathematicians are any less than you… or Fermat…”

“That’s not true.”

“Ugh……”

Yoo Seol-ha stumbled over her words and eventually fell silent.

A blush began to spread across her usually pale face, starting from the tips of her ears.

“…..”

The world’s best refrigerator, made by the Seolha Group, had malfunctioned.

Perhaps Kyung-joon was the first.

The one who broke Yoo Seol-ha’s unparalleled cooling function.

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AngerManagementVodka, due to his subordinate’s colossal blunder, ended up abandoning Selam’s epic quest.

However, all was not lost.

His bread and butter, arliv farming, remained!

“Faster, move it! You there! If you keep dawdling like that, there’ll be no vodka tonight! If you don’t want to face this week’s punishment, hurry it up!”

“Maladoi Cha! Maladoi Cha!”

(※Молодой Ча! Молодой Ча!: Heave-ho! Heave-ho!)

The tree spirit arliv, inhabiting the path connecting the Whale Forest’s tail to the lower body.

AngerManagementVodka and his subordinates were renowned laborers within that colony.

Initially, they suffered greatly due to the inherent strength of the spirits – even if they were non-aggressive tree spirits. But now, having farmed them for well over half a year……

They had become practically arliv artisans.

“Yes! Yes! This way, come on, come on!”

“Maladoi Cha! Maladoi Cha!”

AngerManagementVodka’s subordinates dragged an individual arliv from the colony.

《@%^#@&. @%$!@^&.》

The arliv, taking the form of a giant old tree, kept trying to communicate with them.

“Maladoi Cha! Maladoi Cha!”

But being unable to understand the language of spirits or practice spirit arts, they couldn’t comprehend a word.

At that moment.

“Maladoi Cha! Maladoi… Huh?”

Thud!

The arliv, which had been smoothly dragged along, suddenly stopped with a thud, as if it had gotten caught on a rock.

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