Famous works appreciation, word choice and sentence making, reading comprehension, classical Chinese translation—all the answers were already written out, and the quality and depth of those answers were so impressive that even he, a graduate with a master’s degree from a prestigious university’s Chinese department, was left in awe.

Then, with slightly trembling hands, Charles Wood turned to the last page. It was an 800-character essay on a given topic.

Shocking! Absolutely shocking!

This kid actually wrote the entire essay in classical Chinese, without a single mistake throughout—not even in the use of modal particles like “乎, 矣, 也, 焉, 哉” or in punctuation; everything was perfectly precise.

Most importantly, Olivia Bolton’s command of classical Chinese vocabulary and sentence structure was nothing like that of a middle school student.

To Charles Wood, this essay didn’t feel like a student’s response to an exam prompt; it felt more like reading a chapter from “Zhuangzi.”

The whole piece was filled with lively thought, permeated with philosophical reflection, every word a gem, every sentence a classic, making Charles Wood want to slap the table in admiration with every line he read.

So, Charles Wood arrived at a rather reliable conclusion: cheating.

“Bang!”

Charles Wood slammed his palm on the lectern and roared at Olivia Bolton, “Olivia Bolton, you’re cheating.”

Chapter 12: Trumped-Up Charges!

“You’re cheating!” Charles Wood’s face turned the color of pig’s liver, and he practically used all his strength to shout out those three words, his voice shaking the roof.

The whole class was startled, and all eyes instantly focused on Olivia Bolton.

Could it be… after more than two years, even an idiot has learned how to cheat?

Cheating takes intelligence, doesn’t it? Does he even have any?

Olivia Bolton gazed deeply at Charles Wood, the mockery in his eyes growing stronger, and the sadness in his heart growing heavier.

Time flows like water, taking many things away, but some things never change.

For example, teachers’ prejudice against underachievers.

“So this is the so-called ‘famous teacher’ of Qingyun Middle School?” Olivia Bolton said in a low voice.

Charles Wood’s expression changed dramatically.

No student had ever dared say something like that to his face. What did this little fool mean—was he… mocking him?

“You dare speak to your teacher with that attitude?” Charles Wood’s eyes widened more and more, almost popping out of their sockets. “Do you have any manners? Are you even a student?”

“Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself,” Olivia Bolton said calmly. “If you want your students to respect you, you must first learn to respect your students.”

“How have I not respected you?” Charles Wood waved the test paper in his hand, speaking righteously. “Can you honestly say you didn’t cheat?”

“Watch my lips,” Olivia Bolton said, enunciating each word, “I—did—not—cheat!”

“Of course a thief wouldn’t admit in public that he’s a thief,” Charles Wood said harshly. “Whether you cheated or not, it’s not up to you to say.”

At this moment, Robert Dale suddenly stood up from his seat and said loudly, “Mr. Wood, I can prove that Olivia Bolton didn’t cheat. From start to finish, he was working on the test, and he didn’t even glance to the side.”

“Hmph, I don’t believe it.” Charles Wood stepped down from the lectern, quickly walked over to Robert Dale, and thoroughly searched Olivia Bolton’s desk inside and out.

As long as he found evidence and confirmed Olivia Bolton’s guilt, he could justifiably kick him out of Class Five.

Finding nothing in Olivia Bolton’s desk, he went to search Robert Dale’s.

But to his surprise, he didn’t find a single piece of evidence. Aside from textbooks, there were no reference materials at all.

Robert Dale was never a good student; apart from his name on the first page, there were barely any words in his Chinese textbook.

As for Olivia Bolton, there was even less to say—he had just received his textbook from the student office.

“You two, come with me to the office. The rest of the class, continue the exam. Class monitor, you’re in charge of proctoring.” Unable to back down, Charles Wood put on his poker face and escorted Olivia Bolton and Robert Dale to the office.

He immediately called the principal and had William Carter come over as well.

William Carter glanced at Olivia Bolton, his expression displeased. “Mr. Wood, you called me over in such a hurry—what’s going on now?”

Charles Wood invited several Chinese teachers in the office over and said, “Colleagues, please take a look at this test paper. After you’ve read it, help me bear witness.”

William Carter didn’t know what Charles Wood was up to and looked unhappy.

Several Chinese teachers gathered together, carefully reviewing Olivia Bolton’s test paper. After reading the classical Chinese essay, one elderly teacher suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Such a wonderful essay, refreshing and enlightening, clearly the work of a master! Mr. Wood, this test was written by our senior Chinese teaching group—how come I didn’t know there was an answer sheet?”

The other Chinese teachers were also full of praise, all asking which national studies master had written that essay, insisting on being introduced.

Charles Wood curled his lip, pointed at Olivia Bolton, and said, “There, that’s the national studies master. He’s the one who did this test.”

He deliberately emphasized the words “national studies master,” full of sarcasm.