"Damien Harwood, Quiana Doyle?"
"Are you sure the other two perfect-scoring papers were under these names?"
Graham King frowned. He couldn't shake the feeling that these names sounded familiar.
But for the life of him, he couldn't recall where he'd heard them before.
Meanwhile, Zachary Yeager, who was standing at the doorway, was completely petrified.
Perfect scores weren't his?
It was those two kids from the lower-grade class?
No, no, this is impossible!
The questions in this competition were so hard, even he barely had time to finish the last problem. How could those two possibly...
As Zachary Yeager was consumed by utter shock,
beside him, Merrick King let out a huge sigh of relief.
He had thought the principal was summoning him because of his lackluster grades, specifically to scold him in the office.
Turns out, they got the wrong person.