David Foster was a little scared and asked, "What exactly is it?"

Emily Sullivan said, "What do you think? How many points did you get on your last math test?"

"One hundred and seven. Hey... that's not a high score, is it?" David Foster explained, a bit confused.

"Hehe." Emily Sullivan laughed as she moved closer to David Foster, then suddenly grabbed his ear and shouted next to it, "And you still dare to argue!"

"Argue about what?" David Foster said, half laughing, half crying.

"Do you remember the class average for math the time before last?" Emily Sullivan looked at him mysteriously.

David Foster secretly thought this was bad, and forced a bitter smile, "How would I know that?"

"It was one hundred and seven!" Emily Sullivan laughed like she had caught a big thief.

David Foster opened his eyes wide, looking completely innocent, "Ah, what a coincidence?"

"Bah! You call that a coincidence?" Emily Sullivan snatched the score reports from his hand and scolded with a laugh, "Chinese ninety-eight, English one hundred and four, Chemistry one hundred and one—aren't all of these the exact average scores from our last class exams? You still want to hide it from me?"

David Foster scratched his head, knowing he couldn't fool this clever girl, and said with a wry smile, "Since you've figured it out, just don't tell anyone else."

Emily Sullivan blinked her big, sparkling eyes and said, "It's true, isn't it?" as if trying to strengthen her own confidence. Suddenly, she stood up from the bed, spun around, patted the wall, and laughed, "I knew it! I guessed right, you really are still that monster genius from before!"

"It's just that..." She suddenly frowned and asked, "Since you can control your score every time, I'm not stupid—doesn't that mean you can get whatever score you want? Full marks too, right? Then why don't you get better scores?"

David Foster looked at her acting all crazy, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of her two beautiful legs exposed beneath her skirt. When she spun around just now, her skirt swayed lightly, revealing skin as white as jade, making the young man feel a bit dizzy.

"Hehe, it's impossible to get full marks in Chinese." He gave a dry laugh. "I don't want to attract attention, so I always get a middle score." But in his heart, he cursed himself for being stupid. If he didn't want to stand out, he could have just gotten random scores each time—why did he have to match the previous average exactly? Actually, he didn't realize that exams had become a kind of subconscious game for him. If there was no challenge at all, the two hours in the exam room would just become a good lullaby. Maybe it was this desire for a game that made him, with his amazing memory, choose a target that even geniuses would find hard to reach...

"Don't want to attract attention?" Emily Sullivan looked curiously at the ordinary-looking boy in front of her and asked, "Then what about the college entrance exam? Are you really planning to just get into a second-tier university?"

David Foster just smiled ambiguously.

Emily Sullivan pouted and thought for a long time, then suddenly ordered, "No way! I can't let a monster like you go waste yourself at those universities."

David Foster smiled and said, "Then what should I do? If I suddenly get a really high score in July on the college entrance exam, people will think I'm a freak. Maybe the police will even investigate me for cheating."

Emily Sullivan suddenly looked at him with a sweet smile.

David Foster secretly thought this was bad, knowing that this little girl always put on this innocent look whenever she wanted him to do something. He quickly turned his back, pretending to look at the books on her desk.

A pair of soft, jade-like hands gently rested on his shoulders.

"The mock exam is coming up soon. This time, do your best, okay?" Emily Sullivan's voice was full of excitement and curiosity. "I want to see how high you can really score."

David Foster's heart softened, and though he felt troubled, he could only nod silently at her next words.

"June 22nd is my birthday. Treat it as my birthday present."

Emily Sullivan patted his shoulder and said heroically.

Chapter 6: SM Is Not My Fault

David Foster didn't agree to Emily Sullivan right away; he had his own reasons.

Because he didn't want to attract too much attention. He knew he was a genius... maybe that sounded a bit narcissistic, but in his eyes, the word "genius" wasn't as cute as the word "pancake." He didn't know what fate awaited a genius, but the alienation from classmates in elementary school had already left a big scar in his heart without him realizing it.

What's more, he knew he had many things that set him apart from others. At first, this made him a bit excited, but later he gradually became uneasy and lost, always feeling like he was an oddball in this small county town, very different from everyone else. He couldn't find a sense of belonging and always felt a bit disconnected from the world. So he started to hide, starting with his grades and even his own body.

Every time he took a shower, he would use the moonlight outside to carefully examine himself, but after feeling around, he never found anything unusual—what was supposed to be soft was soft, what was supposed to be hard was hard... but he knew he was different from others.

But when subjected to external force, his body would become very tough.

Tough to a terrifying degree.