In less than a day, Summer Beckett successfully transferred into Class 7 of the third-year students.
He frowned when he saw Chloe Sinclair was still in the back row. "Why are you still sitting here?"
"It's easier to slack off," Chloe Sinclair joked.
Mr. Stern had wanted her to move to the front, but she refused.
The back row was spacious, and she was more comfortable sitting alone. When she was studying with the System, she could pile her books high on the desk to hide her head, which helped her avoid suspicion.
This time, however, Summer Beckett's seat was quite far from hers. He was right in the front row, making him a prime target for the teachers' attention.
The moment class began, Chloe Sinclair would bury her head in her work, grinding through practice problems. In less than three days, she had completed every math exercise book on her desk with an extremely low error rate.
