They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 497: Such a Shame

Nnenna had just finished cross checking her answers for the third time. She blinked at the paper. It was perfect. She had underlined, labeled, even rewritten one whole solution just to make the formatting prettier.

She glanced at the clock.

Still over an hour of the time left.

She sighed quietly, then raised her hand.

An invigilator noticed immediately and walked over, clipboard in hand.

"Yes?"

Nnenna looked up at him calmly and said, "Sir, I would like to submit now."

Just seven simple words.

But they echoed through the exam hall like a gunshot.

Everyone froze.

She said what?

Submit? Now? Already?!

Dozens of heads jerked in her direction.

Someone actually gasped. A pen clattered to the floor.

Even the invigilator blinked in surprise before quickly regaining his composure. "What did you say?"

"I said I’m done," she replied, standing slowly as she gathered her papers. "I’m done writing." She repeated

All around the hall, students exchanged wide eyed glances. Some glanced at their own scripts in despair. Others looked at her like she was a mythical beast.

How could she be done already?!

They were two courses to write in two hours!

Two!

And why does she look so calm?!

Back at her seat, Ava’s lips parted slightly in amazement.

Emily raised a brow but quickly returned to her work, smiling faintly to herself.

Heads snapped in Nnenna’s direction as she gathered her answer scripts. Pens halted mid sentence. Even the squeak of a distant chair came to an abrupt stop.

"She’s actually serious?!" someone whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

Even the invigilator had to blink twice.

This is Dr. Wolke’s exams! The same Dr. Wolke who bragged during the staff briefing that he would made this year’s papers even harder than usual, to filter out the weaklings, in his words.

The man had expected frantic pleading, desperate glances at the clock, students crying silently into their scripts. But this?

Submitting so early?

He stared at Nnenna, certain she was giving up. She must be. There’s no other explanation.

And clearly, the other students thought so too.

"I guess she’s quitting," someone whispered, stunned.

"If she gave up, then we’re all doomed," another muttered, the words slipping out louder than intended.

"That’s the smartest girl in the class..." a student in the back said under his breath. "And even she can’t finish it?"

A quiet panic began to bloom across the hall like wildfire. Several students started scribbling faster, as though fearing some unseen countdown had been triggered. One girl dropped her pen with trembling fingers.

Even the invigilators were momentarily too stunned to enforce silence. They just stared at the calm girl in front of them.

The lead invigilator swallowed and leaned forward slightly.

"Are you... are you sure you want to submit?" he asked again, his voice lower, almost pleading, like he was trying to save her from academic suicide.

His pen hovered over the submission form.

"Take a few more minutes," he added gently. "There’s still plenty of time. No rush."

Nnenna looked up at him, her face calm, steady.

"No, thank you, sir. I’ve cross checked three times. I’m done."

The invigilator stared at her for a moment longer... then slowly nodded, almost reluctantly.

"...Very well."

He accepted her scripts like it was a fragile artifact, glanced over the cover page once more, and quietly signed her out.

As Nnenna walked out of the hall, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, a wave of stunned silence followed her like a shadow.

Behind her, the hall was no longer filled with just stress. noveldrama

It was now filled with uncertainty... and a quiet, growing fear.

"Alright, alright, get back to your work," one of the invigilators called out again, waving her hand like she was shooing away smoke. She shook her head slowly, clicking her tongue in disappointment.

"Such a shame," she muttered under her breath. "So bright and she gave up just like that?"

The room slowly returned to the soft sounds of scribbling pens and flipping pages, but the air still felt heavy with confusion.

Unable to let go of her curiosity, the female invigilator walked over to the submission stack and quietly pulled out Nnenna’s script. She expected maybe a few scattered attempts... some unfinished thoughts... blank pages.

But the moment she opened the front page, her eyes widened.

"This is... this is—" the invigilator gasped, her voice rising without meaning to.

Heads turned sharply in her direction. The rustling in the hall died down again as all eyes locked on her, still clutching Nnenna’s answer scripts in disbelief.

The other invigilators exchanged confused looks.

"What is it?" one of them called from the back.

She didn’t respond. Her eyes were still glued to the script, as though it might disappear if she blinked.

Every single question had an answer. Neatly written. Clear headings. Organized points. Precise wording.

She flipped to the objectives, every circle marked confidently, no erasures.

Then to the theory section, long answers, explained step by step, each line flowing into the next like someone teaching the examiners instead of being tested by them.

She leaned against the desk and read the first answer. Then the second. By the third, her brows had lifted so high they nearly vanished into her hairline.

"This isn’t just good..." she whispered, completely drawn in now. "This is brilliant."

Her finger paused on one of the diagrams Nnenna had drawn by hand, labeled accurately, clean lines, even with shadowing for clarity.

And the theory response below it? It wasn’t textbook regurgitation. It was interpretation, like Nnenna had understood the heart of the question and answered it from the inside out.

Advanced analytical structure... and she’s just a first year?

The invigilator slowly lowered the script to the desk and sat back, stunned.

This wasn’t a student who gave up.

This was a student who finished early because she was over prepared.

She glanced back at the door, a strange chill crawling up her spine.