After saying that, she didn’t give Peter another chance to speak, turned around, and walked quickly into the teaching building, her back straight and decisive, as if she hadn’t been the one to intervene just moments ago.
Peter stood in place, watching her back disappear into the entrance of the teaching building, still clutching that camera.
He was stunned for a long time before scratching his head and muttering in a low voice: “So cool…” When the preparatory bell for the first class rang, the homeroom teacher brought Mio into the classroom.
The originally noisy classroom instantly quieted down.
Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Mio—curious, amazed, inquisitive.
The various gazes made Mio subconsciously furrow her brows.
“Classmates, quiet down.” The homeroom teacher clapped his hands and introduced with a smile, “This is our new transfer student, Mio, from China.
She will be completing her high school studies with everyone from now on.
Let’s welcome her.” Sparse applause rang out in the classroom, and a few boys whistled, their eyes glued to Mio’s white hair.
Mio stood by the podium with no expression on her face, just nodding slightly to the people below without speaking.
Her gaze swept quickly across the classroom and landed precisely on the empty seat by the window—the seatmate of the empty spot was none other than Peter Parker, whom she had seen at the school gate just now.
Mio: “…” She really suspected now that this World was deliberately going against her.
The homeroom teacher clearly didn’t notice her internal commentary.
He pointed to the empty seat and said with a smile: “Mio, you can sit there.
The empty seat next to Peter is perfect.” Mio suppressed the complaints in her heart, responded with an expressionless “Okay,” and walked over with her backpack.
Peter watched her walk over, his face turning slightly red.
He hurriedly moved his backpack away from the empty seat, scrambled to tidy up the desk, and gave her a somewhat shy smile: “Hello, we meet again.” Mio put her backpack in the desk compartment, sat down, nodded slightly at him, and spat out only one word: “Mm.” The whole time she was cold-faced, with no extra words, clearly indicating she didn’t want any further interaction.
Peter also saw her distance and scratched his head in embarrassment.
He didn’t speak again and turned around to sit properly, though during class, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance to the side.
He was really curious.
This new transfer student was good-looking, had a cold personality, and was actually so strong that she could easily block Flash’s punch.
Plus, she came on a full scholarship, and he heard her entrance test scores were all perfect.
She was like someone who walked out of a comic book.
Mio noticed his gaze but ignored it.
She appeared to be looking at the blackboard, but in reality, she was already running three programs simultaneously in her mind, remotely handling code bugs sent by three small companies.
Her fingertips tapped lightly under the desk, and line after line of bug-free code seemed to have a life of its own.
For this “super artificial intelligence,” this level of multitasking was just a basic operation.
She even had time to be distracted, silently scanning the school’s entire network system, checking her enrollment file again to ensure there were no loopholes, and incidentally wiping out the footage of her intervening at the school gate from the surveillance, cleaning even the contents of the backup hard drive thoroughly.
After doing all this, she finally breathed a small sigh of relief.
Just then, the math teacher on the podium suddenly stopped lecturing and fixed his gaze on her: “Mio, can you come up and solve this problem?” The classroom went silent instantly.
Everyone’s eyes fell on her, and many had smiles of anticipation, waiting to see a show.
This problem was advanced material the teacher had just covered, with a high difficulty level that even the top students in the class might not be able to solve.
Peter was also a bit nervous and tried to nudge her arm, wanting to point out a formula for her, only to see Mio had already stood up and walked to the blackboard with an expressionless face.
She picked up the chalk and didn’t even think.
Her wrist flew, and lines of clear problem-solving steps appeared on the blackboard.
The logic was rigorous, the steps concise, and she even used two different solution methods, which were simpler and clearer than the standard answer the teacher had prepared.
After writing, she put down the chalk and turned to look at the teacher, still with no expression on her face.
The entire classroom was deathly silent.
Even the teacher was stunned for a few seconds before coming to his senses, unable to help but exclaim: “Perfect!
Both methods are very brilliant!
Mio’s mathematical foundation is very solid!
As expected of a student from Asia!” A collective gasp sounded in the classroom.
The gaze directed at Mio now held a few more parts of admiration mixed with curiosity.
Mio didn’t care about this.
She walked back to her seat and sat down, as if she had just done an insignificant little thing.
Peter looked at her, his eyes bright.
Mio looked at him from the side without speaking, just shook her head slightly, turned back to look at the blackboard, and once again cranked up her “stay away” aura to the max.
After a whole day of classes, Mio truly understood what it meant to “fear fame as pigs fear fattening.”