Baka No Test Novels & Stories

"Don't take this out on me. I swear on my integrity." Wesley stepped in front of her. "Maya, you've gone too far. How can you accuse Sasha like that? Just because the results aren't what you want, you take it out on her?" He flipped the report open. Didn't even look—just threw it at my face. I caught it, frowning. Bold black letters: biological relationship. A reporter snatched it from my hand and passed it around. Everyone around me looked at me with pure disdain. "I told you. Ninety-nine tests, and every one said the same thing. How would this be any different?"

Keith, what did you actually score? I wiped my tears away and unlocked my screen for them. Ian snorted smugly and looked at it too. The next second, his eyes widened, and he nearly forgot how to breathe. "How is that possible?" The entire room fell silent for one second before everyone started talking. "Holy crap! He's in the top fifty!" "Huh? What? Keith ranked top fifty on the SAT exam?" "He's practically a genius! Holy cow!" I slowly lifted my head and met Ian's gaze. I then looked at the phone in his hand.

He was particularly intrigued by the fluctuating grade chart of the math monitor, Nakajima: "Last unit test score dropped 15 points. Mother is PTA president... High willingness to pay." He had secretly borrowed the English monitor Sato’s mistake notebook for research: "Verb tense error rate: 37%. A clear-demand market!" Even homeroom teacher Ms. Yamada's lesson schedule had not escaped scrutiny: "Application problems taught three days before midterms—optimal marketing window!" During lunch break, Takuto hid in the last stall of the boys' bathroom, tapping away on a toy phone calculator.

"You think this is funny? You worthless piece of—!" He grabbed my ear, twisting hard. Pain shot through my skull. When I tried to shove him away, he kicked my legs out from under me. I hit the floor, my ear screaming in agony. He wasn't stopping. "I have my test today!" I finally screamed. "Are you trying to kill me?" "A whole month at some bar, probably sleeping around—why even bother taking the test? You'll probably be knocked up in a month anyway!" He kicked me toward my room. "You're not going. I'm not letting you."

Ayuko sanang makialam, but it just irks me. "Baka naman pinagtitripan mo lang ako?" pang-aakusa pa nito na siyang ikinasimangot ko nalang. "Bahala ka. By the way, sa True or False portion, No.6 lamang ang True." bagot na wika ko ulit na siya namang ikinalaki niya ng mata. She flipped the test paper and scan her answers on the paper. I cringe when I saw how her left eye twitch and how she chew her lips anxiously.

He looked like he was about to cry. "What's wrong?" I asked him. He didn't reply and shook his head. "What happened to him?" I asked the others. "We had an important Biology test last hour. An objective one," Mia commenced. "There were two question papers, code A and Code B. Ty first got code B but Mr. Keating later took that question paper from him and gave him Code A. But he had already written code B on top of the OMR Sheet and forgot to correct it." "Then why don't you go and tell Mr. Keating and correct it to code A?" I asked.

Professor Danko proudly said, "Remember, Ponwe. To see how Professor Anna will handle him when there is no money this year to buy new materials," As for Professor Danko's threat, Sr. Powen didn't even bother to count. His eyes stared at the bell in Mr. O.Renci's hand. When the time came, Mr. O.Renci gestured for Hana to start perfecting her weapon. In this part of the test, candidates will not be given any additional materials. The contestant is forced to use his own materials; it is also the time when the forces and powers of the clan are fully promoted.

Monica said such vicious words with a gentle smile. Mitaka's corner of mouth twitched. "Then I will go back first, don't thank me." Waving his hand, Monica returned to Sakurasou since he wanted to test his "Bajiquan Mastery" and "Thunder Breathing". Mitaka looked at the apple in his hand and ate it since he was hungry, and at the same time, he really thought that he really needed to be careful of STD and when he looked at Monica's back, he thought that it was better to not stop right in front of Sakurasou in the future or else his women might be stolen by Monica in the future.

I mutter, and Jenni bursts out laughing. “Quack for me.” I’m startled by Lucas’s voice from the doorway. My hand moves to hide the test. “Too late, little birdie. We heard you,” Blake chuckles as he leans against the doorframe, looking thoroughly amused. “This is all your fault!” I shout, throwing the test at them, where it bounces off Lucas’s head. He just looks at me with a smirk, clearly not phased. “Sorry…” I mumble, but my frustration lingers.

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.