"Let's not talk about that anymore. I was wrong, it was my fault. Little Emily, please don't be angry anymore. I'll make it up to you with a gift, okay?" Eric Carter definitely didn't want the whole class to find out about him jumping into the river, so he quickly interrupted Emily Baker in a low voice.

"That's what you said. If I don't like the gift, I still won't let you off." A girl's thoughts are always hard to guess. Emily Baker let out a soft laugh, and with her tender little hand, she quietly squeezed Eric Carter's hand under the desk and said.

"The original owner of this body had one last wish—to marry this little girl as his wife... That, I can't do. But making sure this little girl lives a life of wealth and longevity is no problem." As Eric Carter thought this, he let the shy girl quietly hold his hand, smiling silently. He knew very well that this wish was just the naive longing of a young man whose heart had just begun to awaken to love.

At that moment, when a middle-aged female teacher with black-rimmed glasses walked in from the doorway carrying a thick stack of test papers, the students in the class couldn't help but start whispering.

"Mr. Bolton is here! Are we really having a test on the first day of school, without even a moment to prepare..." A boy with small eyes sitting in the front row said in alarm.

"This is bad, I played for seven days straight! If I mess up this test, I might get put in the lower class." Said a student whose grades were always in the lower middle of the class.

"It's just a placement test, what's there to be nervous about? With my intelligence, this is nothing. It's just a necessary step on the way to Peking or Tsinghua University." A top student said disdainfully.

When the middle-aged female teacher with black-rimmed glasses walked in from the doorway carrying a thick stack of test papers, the students in the class couldn't help but start whispering.

At this moment, Emily Baker had already let go of his hand, leaned in close to Brian Cooper's ear, and whispered, "When the test starts, if there's anything you don't understand, just look at my paper."

Brian Cooper nodded with a smile, understanding the girl's pure and kind heart, and felt even more determined to make sure this sweet and innocent girl would have a happy life.

"Class, this placement test will determine your future class assignments, so I hope everyone will do their best. I won't say anything more—students in the front, please pass the papers back." Mr. Bolton was clearly a woman of action, wasting no words. Soon, a comprehensive math, physics, and chemistry test paper was passed to every student.

Eric Carter glanced over the blank test paper at lightning speed and realized that if he relied only on Brian Cooper's abilities, he could probably only answer about seventy percent of the questions.

Looking around, he saw that at this moment, except for himself, every student in the class had their heads down, writing, and the only sound was the rustling of pens on paper.

Ten minutes passed, and Eric Carter still showed no intention of writing. Twenty minutes passed, and Eric Carter was still lying on the desk, resting. He figured the time was about right—after all, after merging with Brian Cooper's consciousness, he now possessed all the knowledge a modern person should have, and you couldn't hand in the test in less than half an hour.

During this time, Emily Baker had pushed her paper toward Eric Carter more than once, but seeing that he had no intention of writing, she could only worry in silence. After all, this was a very important placement test, and with the The Homeroom Teacher supervising, she couldn't exactly urge Brian Cooper to copy her answers out loud.

"Brian Cooper, what's wrong? Are you planning to hand in a blank paper?" The proctor, Mr. Bolton, finally noticed Brian Cooper's unusual behavior and walked over with a slightly reproachful tone. She knew her students well—Brian Cooper's grades had always been at the bottom of the class, but not to the point of handing in a blank paper.

"Of course not. I was just a bit sleepy earlier, so I took a short rest. I'll start answering now." He replied, ignoring Mr. Bolton's angry glare, and began to write.

For someone who had spent six years in the mortal world and earned three PhDs and five master's degrees as a master of artifact refinement, this middle school test paper was far too simple—like asking a college student to do a test full of basic arithmetic.

Under Mr. Bolton's close watch, Eric Carter finished all the questions on the test in ten minutes. When the minimum half-hour time for handing in the paper was up, he handed it in without hesitation. Before leaving the classroom, he whispered in Emily Baker's ear, "I might not come back today. Please help me ask for leave. I'll be here for tomorrow's Chinese placement test." With that, he walked straight out the door.

"It looks like this child has given up..." Mr. Bolton shook her head and sighed helplessly. But when her eyes fell on the test paper Brian Cooper had handed in, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"This is... every question has at least two different solutions, and all the bonus questions have the correct answers... Huh, these two questions were solved using methods only taught in the second year of high school..."

The more she looked, the more shocked Mr. Bolton became. Her mouth was almost forming an O shape, giving quite a few students below an opportunity to take advantage.