I transferred to Class 8, which had the unluckiest homeroom teacher.

During the division of the first year, the homeroom teacher of Class 8 drew four students from the top 32 students in the county. They were ranked 29th, 30th, 31st, and 32nd in the county.

It was said that she fainted on the spot.

Later, when I transferred to the class, it caused quite a commotion.

Although I performed well in the monthly exams, no one thought I would continue to be strong in the future.

I couldn't stand being in Class 7, even though it wasn't my fault.

But some people said that if I had no problem, why was I always being targeted?

The other homeroom teachers were afraid of trouble and didn't dare to take me.

However, the homeroom teacher of Class 8 actively approached me.

She asked me, "Our class is at the bottom of the grade, but we really want you. Are you willing to come?"

I firmly replied, "I am willing."

I had confidence because the book described the homeroom teacher of Class 8 as a rare good teacher.

She wasn't strict with students and was very patient.

But she had bad luck. Not only did she fail to draw good students from the high-scoring range, but the students assigned to Class 8 from the low-scoring range were overall worse than those in other classes.

She really needed a dark horse to boost morale.

And I arrived.

But she also had concerns, worrying that I might be unstable because I had once worn the hat of the 11th in the county, which couldn't be taken off in just a day or two.

The gap in scores between the 11th in the county and the first in the grade was like an insurmountable barrier.

I wouldn't let her down.

Because I had traveled through time, in the world before, I attended a top 985 university with much easier exam questions compared to the real world.

I didn't need to exert all my effort to achieve heights that others could hardly reach.

Of course, I couldn't tell her all of this.

I could only wait for time to verify.

After two important exams, she gained confidence in me.

She was very helpful, learned about my family situation, and proactively reported it to the school.

She and the principal vouched that I was an unimaginable existence and would create history in our County No. 1 High School.

The principal was skeptical and asked several teachers to create a set of difficult questions on the spot for me to answer, while they graded my answers on the spot.

The next day, he signed a contract with me.

I was so happy that I clung to the homeroom teacher of Class 8.

She was both excited and complained about me. She said I was like a cute little dog.

After my grandpa found out, he was overjoyed and shed tears of happiness.

He heated up some alcohol in a small jug and drank it heartily.

Since I started high school, he hadn't drunk any alcohol. He wanted to save money for me, every penny.

My parents had an accident at a construction site, and they received some compensation.

But my grandpa was reluctant to spend it. He said he wanted to save it for my college education.

He supported me through high school, tightening his belt and preparing to endure hardships for three years.

As a result, the high school fees were waived by the school.

My grandpa's burden suddenly disappeared.

Now he's happy every day, and he doesn't get angry even when people call him a fool.

Let them say what they want. They're the real fools.

I smiled and agreed, "Yes, grandpa, they are the real fools."