The days of learning black magic in another world

"Of course, in this test, we also have an excellent genius who performed exceptionally well..."

"Given the only paper that is all correct. It is a pity that this genius obtained this result by cheating."

"Mr. Riemann, please come with me to the principal's office."

The eyes of all the students present fell on Riemann, and Riemann looked straight at Mr. Rochester.

He is actually not angry, even if he is slandered like this - he has always been good at empathizing with the audience, even at this moment he has the leisure to think that from Rochester's point of view, he will feel that he has no possibility of obtaining such a result except cheating. It's normal, but—the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful smile, is this the self-confidence of a man who sits in a well?

If sitting here is a really talented but impoverished student, such slander is enough to ruin his life, so why on earth can anyone be a teacher?

Riemann tidied his clothes slowly before standing up. He seldom smiled, but at this moment he looked at Mr. Rochester without hesitation, smiling confidently and calmly, which was no different from the demeanor that those aristocratic children of Rhodes College spent more than ten years training. Like, laughing until the mocking smile on Rochester's face gradually disappeared, he just watched Riemann walking towards him with elegant steps with a cold face.

"Huh." Rochester snorted coldly, turned around and strode towards the principal's office. Riemann's smile remained unchanged, he shrugged, and his smiling eyes swept across the students watching the excitement below. It was the first time he showed such a calm and arrogant posture. It was like dropping a bucket of ice water into the snickering crowd below, bringing the soon-to-be lively atmosphere back to the freezing point, and the rustling whispers went from low to loud and then back to low again, until finally it returned to silence, until Only when his back disappeared did someone mutter a few words, "It's pretty good at putting on a show."

When Riemann walked into the principal's office, apart from the principal with a white beard, Mr. Rochester who had just walked in before him, and Ms. Becky were in the room.

He was still thinking about what Ms. Becky did here, and Mr. Rochester answered the confusion in his heart for him.

"Mr. Principal, I will explain to you why I think Mr. Riemann has not only cheated, but also done extremely poorly."

"When I took the test this morning, Mr. Riemann slept under my nose for a whole class, but he handed in a perfect answer sheet."

"And according to Ms. Becky, she saw Mr. Riemann sneaking out of the dormitory last night. Every time I set a question, I will put the question and the draft together in the office, and as long as I ask a little, I can get it from any student. Know this habit of mine."

"It's just that no one has ever done such a stupid thing before. After all... I told them a long time ago. I know exactly how good they are. Even if they cheat, it's worthless. I can tell with just one glance." Did they do this question themselves?"

"For example, this Mr. Riemann, half a month ago, he couldn't even understand addition within a hundred, and after half a month, he actually put such a cumbersome formula as the last question in a class while sleeping. Unraveling it, it's really... astonishing."

"I didn't expect Mr. Riemann to be so bold and stupid. I'm afraid he brought the survival philosophy of the street into Rhodes College by mistake."

"Mr. Principal, I will never allow such a student to appear in my classroom again, please expel him!"

The principal with a white beard nodded thoughtfully.

Riemann's clear voice sounded: "Mr. Principal, I think I should have the opportunity to defend myself."

The principal with the white beard looked at him and nodded kindly: "Naturally, Mr. Riemann."

Riemann leaned forward slightly before speaking: "First of all, Mr. Rochester said that I slept in a class. This is not the truth. Mr. Rochester was immersed in the magazine he brought for the first 10 minutes when I was writing the question. I can't extricate myself from it, and I think that's why Mr. Rochester couldn't watch me finish the test paper."

"Second point, I did leave the dormitory last night, but it was only because I was frightened at Mr. Redmond's house. In my sleep last night, the scene of that day haunted me again. After I woke up, I couldn't calm down. I was uneasy, so I went to the church. Although the door of the church was not open to ordinary believers like me at night, just praying outside the church made me feel better. If Ms. Becky still has memories, maybe she can think of me The direction of going out is not towards the auditorium, but directly outside the school."

He wasn't completely lying, the intersection he chose was indeed on the way to the church, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ms. Becky's eyes changed from disgust and disdain to some hesitation, which meant that she It is true that Riemann's remarks can be made.

The principal naturally noticed Ms. Becky's reaction, and his smile deepened a little.

Riemann continued: "Of course, these are just inconclusive refutations, as baseless as duckweed, just like the evidence cited in Mr. Rochester's accusation against me..."

"you!"

Riemann was not interrupted by Rochester's angry voice, or rather, he didn't even look at him.

"Compared to who is right and who is wrong, I think there should be an easier way to judge whether I have cheated or not."

"Mr. Rochester can give me a new paper and let me finish it under everyone's supervision to see if I have the ability to come up with such an answer paper. Isn't it much easier than the two of us raising and trying to overturn some taken-for-granted accusations? ?”

Rochester narrowed his eyes, a little surprised. He was still angry at Riemann's eloquent sophistry just now, but he really didn't expect the other party to make such a self-inflicted request. He narrowed his eyes and said: "Okay .”

Mr. Principal nodded happily: "Yes, this is indeed the simplest and most effective method. Come on, Mr. Rochester, you can write the question here. Mr. Riemann, you can just sit on the sofa for a while."

Riemann nodded, ignoring the gazes of Rochester and Ms. Becky on him, sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and began to sleep - Rochester might ask some weird questions to make things difficult for him, although this The strange and weird questions may be the ones that he failed in his previous life... But he didn't want to make some funny and stupid mistakes because of his poor mental state, and be caught by the other party.

And Rochester, who was just about to take the parchment from the principal's hand, saw Riemann's appearance, and his nose was almost twisted. He angrily pushed away the things on the table, pulled out the chair, jingled and clanged, and then heavily touched Good ink, took a pen and started to swipe on the paper.

The principal with the white beard looked distressed at his desk, the chair he had just changed, and his ink bottle, and withdrew his hand hesitantly.