Chapter 117 Future Plans
The exam hall buzzed with a low hum as students trickled in, their faces laced with varying degrees of panic, stress, or pure resignation. Liam walked in with his usual unbothered stride, his presence turning heads instantly—especially today. Ever since his return, people couldn’t stop whispering about his looks, his confidence.
Ann, looking effortlessly beautiful in her white blouse and pleated skirt, spotted him the moment he entered. She had been waiting for this—not the chemistry paper, God no—but for Liam. Chemistry was her nemesis, and Liam... well, he was her hope.
She slid into the seat beside him as soon as he sat down, her perfume wafting into his nose, sweet and floral, almost distracting. She winked at him as her hand brushed his lightly. "Hey genius," she whispered, smirking.
Liam rolled his eyes with a small grin. "You’re sitting here just so I can bail you out, aren’t you?"
She leaned in close, her lips almost brushing his ear. "I didn’t read," she whispered. Her voice was soft, teasing.
Liam tilted his head with mock surprise. "Wow. Big surprise there. I didn’t either"
Ann narrowed her eyes and leaned even closer. "I don’t care if you read or not. You always have your way around stuff... and you’re not failing."
Liam smirked. "What do I get for helping you?"
Before she could respond with something smart or flirty, the door opened and in walked the chemistry teacher—a man in his early fifties with greying hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He had a calm, gentle demeanor, the kind of teacher that rarely raised his voice but everyone respected anyway. He handed out the exam papers with his usual soft tone. "You may begin."
Pens uncapped. Pages turned. The room went silent.
Liam didn’t hesitate. The moment the paper hit his desk, his hand started moving. Something was different. Since reaching Level 3, he didn’t even feel the need to use the system for this. His intelligence stat had improved so much that the questions came naturally to him. It was like he’d read the entire syllabus the night before and memorized it perfectly. Formulas, logic, chemical reactions—they were all just... there.