Parton International College is a large college that caters to a large variety of courses. Starting from the mundane and creative arts to even the most complex engineering courses.
Of course, I was assigned as a student in the BA History course, but... it's not like I have a "like" for history either. It was chosen against my will, after all. Rather, I wasn't even asked what I would like.
Furthermore, none of the others were of the same course as I was.
Koori, for example, was taking business administration. Ophelia with accounting, Alex with biology, and finally, Neun taking mechatronics. None of us were in the same department, much less the same fucking building.
If asked for my opinion, none of them matched the courses they took that well. Ophelia, for one, looked better majoring in HRM than in accounting. I'm not sure about the others, though.
"Alright, quiet!"
"Hmmm?"
Just then, a new figure entered the room...
Oh, right. I already went ahead, leaving the chaotic scene from earlier. Basically, I fled, acting as if I had nothing to do with it... Well, technically, I don't really have anything to do with it, so my actions weren't really fleeing the scene but rather, steering clear of trouble.
The guys quickly lost interest in me as soon as I walked past the two, so thankfully, I'm still alive.
But my next immediate problem is that...
"Take out your VR tablets. Today, we'll be having a quiz about what we discussed yesterday. Those who complete the test early can leave early, so work hard!"
At her words, the entire class raised voices of dissatisfaction and grumbling. As if fearing what was to come already.
...Right, I didn't enter the school right at the beginning, but rather, in the middle of the semester. The second semester, at that.
In short, I should be a sophomore that's roughly two months away from reaching 3rd year.
Of course, the teacher didn't even bat an eye as she continued her words... Oh, she did glance at me just now, did she... and she's grinning. Is she doing this quiz on purpose to "test" me, the new student who wasn't even present in their lesson yesterday...?
On the records, I was a transferee with grades that were at the pinnacle. Practically all perfect, no matter what side of the card you check... And I fucking knew they overdid it when I learned of this fact myself.
I'm no genius; rather, I'm an amnesiac. There's no way I can keep up the façade of a genius! I'll definitely slip on the first step there is!
"Ugh..."
Just as I was feeling down, I noticed everyone else tapping their desks begrudgingly. As they did, a glowing blue screen appeared before them, as holographic "visors" appeared over their eyes. Of course, I didn't delay and copied their actions like a newborn chick.
I tapped the center of my table, allowing its computer to roar into life, waking from its slumber. Soon enough, the same visor appeared over my face, blocking most of my vision and turning completely black for a brief moment.
About a couple seconds later, my vision returned... but along with it, various lines of text were floating everywhere I looked. The board up front, which looked rather empty before, was now filled with details written in such a small font that it's a bit scary to look at.
On top of each student's head, I could see their shorthand name, along with their grade for this semester... Averaging at A-. As expected of an international school, I guess? Well, I'm sure I'll be getting the first F score in here soon enough though...
[Receiving Quiz Questionnaire... 10 Kb...]
[Download complete!]
[Opening the file...]
Completely disregarding my state of mind, the computer within my view continued on its task. It downloaded the prepared quiz before opening it for me. Soon enough, I find myself staring at roughly 10 kb worth of characters... roughly about 1 long webnovel chapter.
"...Huh?"
But to my surprise, just a glance at it and I've already "read" through the file. Did my NSC do all the heavy lifting? However, even if I could read the questions fast, that doesn't change the fact that I don't know the answer...
"Wait..." I paused, reading the questions and choices once again.
"Why do I..." I muttered, confused.
My hand moved almost completely on auto, tapping choices one after another. As if in a trance, I only noticed that I had cleared the 50th question already, completing the test.
I checked the clock on the top-right-hand side and saw that barely a minute had passed.
"..."
I paused, unsure of what to do.
Technically, I can already submit this for grading. However, it'd be embarrassing to submit it only to score below passing.
'Although I did tap those answers with confidence... I'm not even sure if they're correct...'
For the duration of the quiz, I didn't even hear my inner voice either. That means all the answers I gave were... from my own "knowledge."
"Fuck it."
Thinking that postponing what couldn't be changed anyway wouldn't really make my situation any better, I just grumbled and slammed my palm on top of the submit button... Although there's no tactile response, as it was a virtual button.
As soon as I did, the answers I gave were scored instantly and posted on the board.
"Fuck...!" I cursed inwardly. "This is a shame wall, isn't it?!"
This teacher definitely set that on purpose!
Just as I was slowly thinking that I want to disappear...
"N-No way... He must be cheating!"
"Damn! In under two minutes?! Does he have a time-stop ability or something?!"
"What the fuck... Who's this Neil? A new student?"
"A genius... We got a genius with us!"
Voices rang from all over the room, crying in shock and praise.
Curious from their response, I raised my gaze once again and checked the board. There, my name was listed alone on the top, along with the score right beside it.
[Neil P. Chronos (1 minute 37 seconds) - 50/50 (100%)]
"God damn..."
I got all questions right... at record time... I lowered my gaze to the female teacher, only to see her lips curl into a deep frown. Then, her eyes turned to me with a mysterious glint, as if upset about something.
"Mr. Chronos..." The teacher muttered, sounding like she just bit a bitter bug. "Beautiful work. You can excuse yourself now..."
"T-Thanks..."
And just like that, my first class as a college student ended with me becoming the center of attention.
'I just hope this doesn't turn troublesome later on...'