On the day of the exam, it rained.
The road was wet and drizzling, and almost everyone entered the test center carrying umbrellas.
Jiang Fuyue performed steadily. Forty minutes into the first subject—Chinese—when one could already hand in, she raised her hand, reported, and left.
The whole exam hall was calm.
After all, everyone had been tormented by the Demon King countless times. If you didn’t even have this much composure, how could you dare say you’d once shared an exam room with Sister Yue?
That afternoon’s math—Jiang Fuyue still handed in right on the dot.
The next day, English and science combined—same.
“You probably won’t believe this, but now my mindset is invincible. Even with only twenty minutes left to write the essay, I don’t panic at all, I even have the leisure to add some flair.”
“Math with ten minutes left, two big questions undone—was I panicking?”
“All thanks to Goddess Yue! She cured my chronic test anxiety. Amen!”
“Could this be the so-called—‘once you’ve seen the sea, you’ll never fear rivers’?”
“Correct answer!”
The mock exam ended, right in time for the weekend break.
Jiang Fuyue first went to Yufeng Kitchen to meet Liu Jinzhong, while also handling files piled up in the group.
In the afternoon, she visited Camp A.
A new batch of trainees had just joined. The previous batch had graduated—Yan Zhixing, Yao Ting and the like were now already working in the company and were highly regarded.
The KT company had always been under Jiang Ke’s charge. He was indeed exceptionally capable — not only did he manage to move KT43 into mass production within just three months after its successful test flight, he also launched the development of the first generation of the AQ series.
During a video call with Jiang Fuyue, he was as arrogant as ever. “I told you, that 3% equity stake of yours isn’t for nothing.”
Jiang Fuyue replied calmly, “But I’d prefer it to be worth more than its value.”
Jiang Ke gave a short snort. “Just wait!”
And hung up right after.
He was the first person ever to dare hang up on Jiang Fuyue.
But then again — geniuses. If you want to make use of their intelligence, you have to put up with their arrogance.
As for Xingyue Entertainment, Jiang Fuyue had only given Wu Qian five hundred thousand yuan at the start. She hadn’t expected much in return — she just wanted a reliable operations team for her younger brother Jiang Shenxing, so he could pursue his interests more seriously.
Unexpectedly, within six months, Wu Qian had multiplied the company’s value several times over and built an excellent reputation in the industry.
The company now had three signed streamers — Jiang Shenxing, Zhuo Bufan, and Yu Wenzhou.
Yes, after much hesitation, Yu Wenzhou finally showed up during winter break with the business card Jiang Fuyue had given him and found Wu Qian.
After a long talk, Wu Qian discovered that “Teacher Yu” was witty, humorous, and full of quotable one-liners — he practically struck gold!
As fate would have it, Zhuo Bufan had also been scouted by Jiang Fuyue — at the airport, no less. And now, she’d even roped in her own school teacher.
Tsk…
That very day, Wu Qian sat down with Yu Wenzhou to discuss contract details — every term and clause, clearly and transparently, nothing hidden.
Yu Wenzhou was tempted, but being cautious (definitely not because he was afraid of his wife), he decided to go home and discuss it first.
Mrs. Yu, a well-known finance influencer herself, was no stranger to the industry — and to Xingyue Entertainment in particular. But her first reaction was: “Why would they want you?”
Yu Wenzhou: “……”
A critical hit worth ten thousand points.
The next day, he signed the contract.
Wu Qian quickly put together a personalized development plan for him.
First, his core image: a comedy streamer.
Then, to fully draw out his natural gifts — “surfing enthusiast,” “master of snark” — he’d do speech training followed by skit development.
To everyone’s surprise, his very first video went viral. Wearing a Zhu Bajie mask, calling himself “Brother Zhuba,” he unleashed a torrent of hilarious rants about a currently popular idol drama. His exaggerated body language and sharp commentary had viewers laughing until their stomachs hurt — supposedly, 90% of those who watched said they were in stitches.
Just like that, Xingyue Entertainment gained another powerhouse.
And Yu Wenzhou’s long-time dream came true — he was famous! Forums, threads, and Weibo posts exploded with discussion about him.
He even prepared five phones to secretly monitor comments online.
Whenever he saw a post badmouthing him, he reported it immediately, without hesitation.
“Of course I’m reporting them! He said my math is bad — what nonsense! I’m a physics teacher! How could my math be bad? That’s an insult to my dignity. Even an uncle could endure it, but an aunt definitely couldn’t!”
Jiang Fuyue: “……” As long as you’re happy.
Wu Qian’s review of him was: “Quick-witted, fast-talking, but a bit sleazy.”
Yu Wenzhou replied: “Whatever, say what you like.”
And thus, another of his strengths became apparent — strong resilience (in other words, thick-skinned).
His second video kept up the momentum — still funny, but with more timely topics and positive messages. Fans nicknamed him the “King of Memes.”
Half a month later, Wu Qian received an invitation from a talk show called Roast Talk. The producers specifically requested Yu Wenzhou — and even allowed him to keep the Zhu Bajie mask.
From then on, Yu Wenzhou embarked on his path to talk show stardom. But that’s a story for another time.
After the two-day break, Monday came, and the first thing back at school was the release of exam results.
Because it was a city-wide mock exam, rankings were among all senior-year students in Linhuai.
Not only were the students nervous — even the teachers were tense.
At 8 a.m., Xu Jing entered the classroom right as the bell rang, holding the grade sheet.
“Ahem! The results for the first mock exam are out. The answer sheets are sealed and won’t be returned. What we teachers have is just this score report.”
A wave of restlessness swept the class. Everyone stared so hard at that single sheet of A4 paper it was a wonder they didn’t burn holes through it.
“Do you want to see for yourselves, or should I read them out?”
“Teacher Xu, just read the top five! We’ll look at the rest ourselves.”
Everyone agreed.
“Alright, I’ll read them. First place—”
Before he could finish, the entire class turned to look at Jiang Fuyue.
And sure enough—
She was, as always, the exception to no rule.
“Jiang Fuyue, 750 points. Ranked first in every subject across the city. Total score, first place citywide.”
To be honest, Xu Jing had expected it, but he couldn’t hide his excitement.
Citywide! Not school, not district — the entire city, nearly a hundred thousand students!
And the test wasn’t easy — especially the science section, where the average score was low. Yet Jiang Fuyue still achieved a perfect score. It was nothing short of astonishing.
The class broke into murmurs of awe—
“Nothing more to say — just one word: badass!”
“That’s two words…”
“Why worship exam gods anymore? Just worship Sister Yue instead.”
“The pride of No.1 High might just become the pride of all Linhuai!”
“Excuse me, she’s already the pride of Linhuai. The only question now is: take over Asia first, or conquer Europe and America?”
“…”
Ling Xuan also did well — second in the city — but still twelve points behind Jiang Fuyue.
Liu Bowen and Lin Qiao performed stably, ranking top five in class, but only about fiftieth citywide.
Wan Xiutong showed major improvement — up by eighty points since the last monthly exam.
Rumor had it her father was so thrilled he rushed out onto the balcony shouting, “Heaven has eyes!” three times in a row.
Liu Sisi had given up entirely on saving herself academically. Studying wasn’t her strength, and she’d accepted that. But she took it well — grades weren’t going to define her future anyway.
The most dramatic transformations came from Jiang Han and Ge Meng.
After a year of relentless tutoring and effort, they were now firmly at the top of Class Seven.
The side effect? Jiang Han’s real estate portfolio kept growing — she hadn’t even graduated yet and was already worth over a hundred million.
“My dad says there’s more if I keep it up. I’ve only inherited less than a tenth so far. Ah, I wish we could have more exams…”
She was literally using her test scores to fight for her inheritance!
As for her young stepmother… she didn’t even dare breathe around her now.
“Sister Yue, need a house? I’ll give you one — top-floor duplex, river view, super luxurious, brand new from Yufeng Real Estate. They say even money can’t buy one.”
Jiang Fuyue shook her head. “No need.”
She owned the entire Yufeng Real Estate company — what did she need one apartment for?
“Oh, okay.” Jiang Han nodded, unbothered.
Ge Meng: “……” One actually dares to offer, the other actually dares to refuse.
D*mn. Too sour!
…
Time flew by — after the first mock exam came the second.
Jiang Fuyue performed steadily, holding the number-one spot citywide.
“I’m completely numb by now.”
“Same here. Not even surprised anymore.”
“Sister Yue, can’t you drop a point just once?!”
That last line spread across the school forum, gathering hundreds of replies chanting—
“Sister Yue, can’t you drop a point?!”
To everyone’s shock, the real Jiang Fuyue replied—
“Why not?”
And then in the third mock exam, she actually scored 749.
“I’m speechless!”
“Holy— I swear she’s got score-control superpowers.”
“She’s just playing the game at this point, damn!”
After the third mock exam, June arrived. The air was thick with summer — and the college entrance exam was just around the corner…
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