There are great scholars to argue the scriptures for me.

Watching those two slink away, Jiang Yunlu took a pack of wet wipes from her drawer, tore open the packaging, and deftly pulled one out.

She bent down and meticulously wiped Lin Mo's desk and chair all over. She didn't even spare the corners of the desk or the back of the chair, looking as focused as if she were performing some sacred ritual.

Her posture made it seem as though the buzz-cut youth from earlier wasn't a person, but a walking cluster of viruses. If she didn't thoroughly disinfect it, she was afraid Lin Mo might catch something when he sat down.

Lin Mo found it somewhat amusing. He fished a piece of chocolate out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Thanks, my treat."

Jiang Yunlu smoothly took it, stuffed it into her pencil case, and then looked up, her bright eyes filled with unconcealed curiosity.

"How did you know he wasn't in our class?"

This question was like a small pebble tossed into a calm lake.

In the back seats, Chu Miaomiao and Xie Yuling were also extremely curious, leaning their heads forward.

Fang Jun on the side was even more direct. He twisted his body around, his face full of a thirst for knowledge. "Yeah, Old Mo, you can actually tell? Did you open your heavenly eye?"

Lin Mo lazily leaned back against his chair, resting his hands behind his head, adopting an unfathomable posture.

He slowly swept his gaze over the crowd before speaking with feigned mystery, "Because I am an immortal."

He held up two fingers, gestured in front of his eyes, and said with utter seriousness, "I did a quick divination on my fingers and figured it out. Those two have no destiny with our Class Eight."

"Pfft."

Jiang Yunlu couldn't hold back and let out a laugh, shooting him a playful glare.

Fang Jun was half-skeptical, his mouth agape with a look that said, "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Xie Yuling rested her chin on one hand, quietly watching him, her pretty eyebrows twitching slightly.

This guy really had a whole routine when it came to acting cool, yet she just happened to fall for it every time.

The corners of her lips curled up into a faint smile unconsciously, and the light in her eyes grew brighter.

In reality, it was nothing more than divine sense; she also knew those two weren't from Class Eight.

Just as everyone was caught between tears and laughter at Lin Mo's charlatan-like remarks, Xue Zigui turned around. He pushed up the glasses on his nose, his gaze behind the lenses calm and penetrating.

"It's actually very simple."

As soon as he spoke, he drew everyone's attention.

"The current Class Eight is actually built around Lin Mo. Haven't you noticed that all the students in our class who chose the science track stayed?"

The moment these words came out, the classroom went silent for a second, and then almost everyone subconsciously looked around.

After all, Lin Mo and his friends were seated right in the front center, so if they listened closely, everyone could hear their voices.

With this look around, the expressions on everyone's faces became quite colorful.

"Holy crap, it's true! Old Zhang, Li Fei, Zhao Qi... not a single one who picked science left!" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

"This isn't right, this isn't right at all! Based on grading curves for class placement, our class should have been torn to pieces long ago!"

"Yeah, how did we all stay together so neatly?"

Discussions erupted all around, with surprise and confusion written on everyone's faces. Thinking about it carefully, this matter indeed carried a hint of the unusual.

Xue Zigui waited for the chatter to die down a bit before continuing his analysis at a leisurely pace:

"Lin Mo is the anchor of our Class Eight, and also our coordinate system. Since the school chose to keep the science class structure centered around him, there is only one standard for any new students added later."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other empty seats, his tone carrying a trace of undisguised judgment.

"And that is grades. The school will only stuff students with good grades into our class to raise the overall level. As for those two from just now..."

Xue Zigui didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning couldn't have been clearer.

With their slacker appearance and rebellious attitude, no matter how you looked at it, they had nothing to do with the words 'good student.'

The classroom was dead silent; everyone was stunned by Xue Zigui's clear and logical analysis.

So that was it! Everyone suddenly understood.

At this moment, Xue Zigui added, "I only just thought of all this, but Lin Mo had already noticed it back then. So, I still fall a bit short compared to Lin Mo."

For a moment, the eyes of everyone in the class focused on Lin Mo again, only this time, aside from familiarity, their gazes held a bit more inquiry and awe.

Many people's eyes revealed a sense of the vast gap between a top scholar and themselves.

Sure enough, a great scholar will always debate the classics on my behalf.

"Holy crap!" Fang Jun slapped his thigh, enlightenment dawning on him. "So that's what's going on! I was wondering! The top student really sees things clearly!"

He gave Xue Zigui a thumbs up, sincerely praising, "As expected of you."

At this time.

The noise in the class wasn't loud, with people gathered in twos and threes, until a slightly thin figure appeared at the classroom door, causing the chatter to gradually die down.

The newcomer stood somewhat awkwardly at the door, his gaze quickly sweeping over dozens of unfamiliar faces before finally locking onto Lin Mo as if he had found a lifeline.

The whole class's gaze moved with him.

He walked through the aisle between the desks, his footsteps very light, and finally stopped in front of the empty seat next to Lin Mo.

He looked at the circle of people surrounding Lin Mo, exuding an air of extreme caution, and asked softly, "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

As soon as he spoke, the legs of An Yuexin's chair scraped against the floor, letting out a harsh shriek.

"Holy shit! Tong Dong?!"

This shout of his voiced what everyone else was thinking.

"I knew the name on the class roster looked familiar," Fang Jun slapped his thigh. "It really is Tong Dong. I can't believe he transferred to our class! Shouldn't he have gone to the honors class?"

Xue Zigui methodically slipped a bookmark into the page he was halfway through, and then closed his book at an unhurried pace. "When I entered the classroom today, his name was the first thing I saw."

Tong Dong was somewhat flustered by this commotion. His cheeks flushed slightly, and facing the various gazes cast his way, he could only offer a low greeting, "Hello everyone, from now on I'm also a part of Class Eight."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Lin Mo, however, didn't pay attention to this. He reached out and patted the chair next to him in a casual manner.

"Sit, don't just stand there."

Waiting until Tong Dong sat down, he asked, "Did you get your jade pendant back? Why didn't you call me?"

Tong Dong sat up stiffly. Hearing this, he shook his head, his face full of disappointment. "They said that person isn't in Yangcheng; he went on a business trip, so it'll have to be later."

A business trip?

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in his heart.

This excuse was far too perfunctory. It was eighty percent likely that the counterfeit hadn't been finished yet, and they just wanted to stall for time.

"Holy crap! Brothers!" An Yuexin finally recovered from his shock. He slammed his hand on the desk, his face flushed red with excitement.

"Our Class Eight is going to take off from now on! Two supreme talents in one class! Who would dare mess with us when we go out in the future? We can walk sideways wherever we go, we absolutely have to walk sideways!"