All one hundred questions completed, Eric Bennett's accuracy rate was ninety-seven percent.

At that moment, the three deskmates around Eric Bennett, as well as the onlookers William Clark and Linda Clark, were all dumbfounded.

After staring blankly for a while, Ethan Foster finally gave a slow smile. "Who would've thought... I didn't expect you already had the answers! You copied everything from the answer sheet, didn't you!? Deliberately got three wrong, trying to make us believe you did them yourself, huh! Hey!"

Eric Bennett couldn't be bothered to argue with him, nor did he want to explain. After all, it was true—he had always hovered in the lower-middle ranks of the class, so how could he suddenly solve all the elite students' problems so clearly? That alone was suspicious, so not explaining was the best response.

Seeing Eric Bennett's silence, the already half-skeptical sisters William Clark and Linda Clark thought even less of Eric Bennett. They had thought a miracle had happened and Eric Bennett could actually solve such difficult problems, but it turned out he was just using this boring trick to get attention. The two girls both snorted at the same time and left, as if they couldn't stand to watch any longer.

Ethan Foster, on the other hand, let out a huge sigh of relief. He'd been startled—so Eric Bennett was cheating. If he could really finish this whole set of questions with a ninety-seven percent accuracy, then he really would be a monster!

Chapter 8 Graduation

The sunlight hanging in the western sky slanted down warmly over the campus, even tinting the edges of the green grass with a pale yellow. The final day of review for the third-year students at the junior high division of No. 3 Middle School was drawing to a close.

There was only one class left, and all the subject teachers had come in. Besides giving their final summaries, they also went over the procedures for the high school entrance exam two days later. Every student had their own admission ticket number. At that time, the admission tickets hadn't yet been made entirely as cards like they would be a few years later—they were still just strips of white paper, with names and ticket numbers printed in bold black font. Then, based on the last digit, students would confirm their school, class, and seat.

On the day of the entrance exam, all students in the city would have a holiday. Each school would be set up as an exam site, and every student's exam location was randomized. In Eric Bennett's memory, he was assigned to the exam site at No. 1 Middle School. It was his first time going to the best school in the city, and the facilities and environment inside were indeed much better than those at his own No. 3 Middle School.

"The exam sites are all randomized. I really wonder where I'll end up. If I get to take the test at No. 1 Middle School, does that mean I'll have much better luck?" The deskmate beside him subconsciously prayed aloud while listening to the assignment of admission tickets and exam sites.

At that time, No. 1 Middle School was practically an object of reverence. Eric Bennett remembered someone once talking about a beautiful class flower from a certain class, and someone in the crowd suddenly said, "Forget it, she already has a boyfriend—her boyfriend is at No. 1 Middle School!" Eight or nine times out of ten, all the suitors would immediately shut up.

Hearing his deskmate's wishful muttering, Eric Bennett couldn't help but smile, amused. "Don't worry, if I'm not mistaken, you should be at the No. 1 Middle School exam site."

His female deskmate, who looked a lot like an owl, had been given that nickname by Eric Bennett behind her back. Because of this, even many years later, Eric Bennett still remembered this deskmate. If nothing had changed in the events of eleven years ago after his time travel, then when this deskmate got her admission ticket, she was indeed assigned to the No. 1 Middle School exam site. However, it didn't seem to bring her the good luck she prayed for—she still failed the exam, and when they both attended the high school division of No. 3 Middle School, they were still classmates.

"It's really at No. 1! How did you know!?" The deskmate, who had gone up to get her admission ticket, came back down and stared at Eric Bennett in surprise. Her ticket number really was for No. 1 Middle School.

"Just a guess." Eric Bennett smiled. The homeroom teacher then called his name, and he went up to get his own admission ticket. The course of events from eleven years ago was indeed matching history—he, Eric Bennett, was still assigned to the No. 1 Middle School exam site.

Eric Bennett knew what this meant. The assignment of admission ticket numbers was supposed to be random, yet even this random pattern matched history. That meant the events that happened to him eleven years later would probably unfold exactly as before—like every lottery number, every stock rise and fall...

Alright, Eric Bennett admitted this was a clichéd plot. And the most crucial problem was, Eric Bennett had never paid attention to the lottery, let alone knew the exact numbers for any given draw. His memories of stocks were also a jumbled mess. After all, who would expect to suddenly go back to eleven years ago!

"Eric Bennett, I've noticed you're different from before." His deskmate suddenly said. From seeing Eric Bennett bicker with the vice class monitor Ethan Foster earlier, to his confident prediction about the exam site, this deskmate—who usually looked down on Eric Bennett because her grades were better—couldn't help but see him in a new light.

"Oh? How am I different from before?"

His deskmate stared blankly at Eric Bennett for a few moments, then shook her head. "I don't know, but... you seem like a completely different person."