Chapter 6

Vanessa looked at Peter and exclaimed excitedly, "Your kid is a genius!"

Hearing that, I let out a sigh of relief. I put down my pencil, my palms slick with sweat.

Peter gave me a skeptical look. "He's a genius?"

"A true genius!" Vanessa picked up my test paper. "He could easily score at least 70 on this paper!"

And that was me holding back.

Vanessa was thrilled and declared she wanted to take me on as a student, but Peter suddenly wasn't having it. The wheels started turning in his head.

"You said my kid's a genius, and you wish to take him on as your student. Well, that's going to cost you. You should at least give me five pounds of eggs!"

Vanessa had expected something much more outrageous when he said that. When she realized he was only asking for five pounds of eggs, she immediately gave him 20 dollars and asked him to buy them at the market himself.

Even after taking the money, Peter didn't seem exactly happy. I couldn't help but think there was something off about the way he looked at me.

In the end, Peter still left.

Even though students from several nearby villages were attending this school, there weren't many of them overall. Each grade only had two classes—an advanced class and a regular class.

Of course, I went for the advanced class.

There were about 30 to 40 people in the class. Vanessa introduced me to everyone and said I was a genius.

The entire class instantly burst into laughter. A short, chubby young man with tanned skin stuck his chin up and said, "My mother said that scrawny runt's got a few tricks. How could he possibly be a genius?"

The others chimed in. "That's right."

"Even so, is he really as good as Xavier Carter?"

A short guy with glasses glanced at me and let out a disdainful snort.

Technically, I was already an adult and couldn't be bothered with this kind of childish behavior. I chose a random seat and settled down.

Still, I couldn't help but feel bothered. So what if I was scrawny? Why should anyone look down on me for that?

If they were students in my class, I would definitely have them stand at the back of the classroom as punishment.

Vanessa was not only the principal, but also one of the teachers. She walked to the front of the class and began her lesson. After listening for a while, I couldn't help shaking my head.

As a fellow teacher myself, I felt her teaching was awful.

Next to me was a thin young woman with tanned skin. Seeing my reaction, she thought I didn't understand the syllabus and quietly offered to teach me after class.

I recognized her. She was Betsy Bell, the young woman who won some eggs for her family a few days ago.

I thanked her and turned my attention back to the lesson.

Even though Vanessa's teaching was pretty bad, I could still sit through it.

Once I was in college, I was completely focused on my major, so I had forgotten the things I had learned in other subjects. I had to get my knowledge back up to speed.

I knew I could do it. Once I made it into college, I could go home.