The group of people in front of him, whether in attire or demeanor, gave Jeming a strong sense of déjà vu—a standard template for street thugs.

Leading them was a tall, robust young man.

He was wearing a flamboyant studded leather jacket, had his hair dyed a glaring green, and had a toothpick in his mouth.

His walking style was deliberately exaggerated, shoulders swaying as if to tell the world "I’m a bad guy."

The most striking feature was the "weapon" casually slung over his shoulder—a double-edged axe that gleamed coldly, well-maintained.

The few followers behind him shared a similar style, with scornful eyes and an air of arrogance, practically having "delinquent" written on their faces.

As they walked, other students in the restaurant hastily stepped aside, their eyes filled with fear and a hint of... acceptance?

Jeming’s pupils narrowed, his brain quickly running through the vast false memories.

The result was blank—no records of any conflict or intersection with this group.

"Not a grudge from ’before’..." Jeming’s internal alarm blared, "Are they coming for my ’present’? Could my awakening have been detected, and this is a test from the mastermind behind it?"

His body tensed slightly; although his extraordinary power was sealed, the combat instincts and skills honed through countless battles remained.

Jeming swiftly assessed the number of opponents, their weapons, and the surrounding environment. Various plans for handling armed foes with bare hands flashed through his mind.

Given his current physical condition, he was still confident he could take down these people with minimal cost.

At this moment, the green-haired bully, axe on his shoulder, had already approached Jeming.

He scrutinized him with a critical eye and gruffly confirmed, "So you’re Jeming? The guy who got in this year as the top scorer?"

His tone was full of displeasure, as if Jeming’s achievement of being the top scorer broke some divine law.

Jeming did not respond, merely looked at him calmly, his entire body in a subtle state of relaxation, ready to unleash a lethal strike at any moment.

The bully, seeing him silent, got even angrier and, with his free hand, pounded his chest, spitting as he introduced himself: "I was the big shot at ’Seventh Affiliated Middle School’ before! Didn’t expect you to steal all the spotlight! Heard you’re smart? I don’t buy it! Came here today just to challenge you!"

"Challenge?" Jeming’s heart skipped a beat, was it really going to escalate?

He noticed through the corner of his eye the way they gripped the axe handle, calculating the best counterattack distance and angle.

However, what happened next totally exceeded Jeming’s combat plans.

The bully suddenly banged the axe on the nearby empty dining table with a "bang," then accepted two sets of... thick test papers and two pens from a follower behind him?

"Bring it on! Duel!" The bully aggressively slapped one of the test papers on the table in front of Jeming, keeping the other for himself, "Let’s see who does this the best! Forty-five minutes, whoever finishes this ’Advanced Mathematical Logic and Spacetime Geometry Test’ wins! The axe goes to the winner!"

Jeming: "...Huh?"

He was completely dumbfounded, momentarily unable to process such absurd information.

Duel?

Doing math problems?

A mathematical duel with an axe as a wager?

He instinctively looked at Amy and Victor beside him, only to find that they, and even the other students watching the spectacle, were not at all puzzled. On the contrary, they all wore expressions of excitement and anticipation, as if about to witness an epic showdown.

Amy even nudged Jeming with her elbow, whispering encouragingly, "Jeming, go for it! Show him what a real top scorer is! Beat him easily!"

Victor first flipped through the papers, then adjusted his glasses, giving a calm assessment: "The question distribution is reasonable, the last one is challenging, suitable for a duel."

The bully, seeing Jeming in a daze, assumed he was scared, and taunted more arrogantly, "What? Scared now? Is this the level of this year’s top scorer? If you’re scared, just admit defeat!"

Jeming’s lips twitched slightly.

Though it seemed utterly absurd, he quickly realized this might be a "normal" part of this world.

To avoid revealing that he had awakened, he had to play the role of the "newly enrolled top student Jeming." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"...Fine, let’s do it." He suppressed the weirdness in his heart and, surrounded by these thuggish followers and everyone present, sat at the ends of a dining table with the bully.

Opening the test, Jeming quickly skimmed through it.

The question difficulty was indeed high, involving mathematical knowledge and logical deduction far beyond the level of an ordinary college freshman.

However, for Jeming, who had once reached the level of a third-level wizard, his mind tempered and expanded countless times, understanding and answering these questions was not difficult.

"Begin!" With Amy volunteering as the referee, both immediately buried themselves in writing rapidly.

Jeming wrote as if by divine intervention, the initial questions barely needing thought, with formulas, derivations, and answers flowing onto the paper smoothly.

Only at the final comprehensive problem did his pen halt.

This question involved a specific multidimensional space curvature transformation model, surprisingly outside his knowledge base!

Yet bizarrely, as he looked at the question, a strange sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

He immediately searched the massive false memories and, sure enough, in the "university preparatory courses" memory fragments, found the related theoretical knowledge and solving approach!

"This..." Jeming suppressed the upheaval in his heart, not daring to show anything unusual.

He quickly used the knowledge from the false memories to fluidly solve the problem.

Ten minutes later, Jeming set the pen down.

The entire test paper was completed.

Meanwhile, the bully across was sweating, still arduously tackling the second-to-last question.

Seeing Jeming finished, the bully and his few followers turned pale instantly.

Several minutes later, the bully barely completed it.

Under the watch of the crowd, Amy and Victor took charge of checking the answers against the standard solutions.

The result came out quickly.

"All correct! Perfect scores!" Amy excitedly announced aloud.

In such a situation, the first to submit was rightfully the victor, Jeming.

"No way..." The bully, crestfallen, suddenly slapped his thigh and stood up, snatching the axe from the nearby table.

Jeming’s eyes narrowed, thinking the other might react with violence in anger, his body tensed back into a defensive posture.

However, the bully merely cradled the axe in his hands, his face filled with disappointment and reluctance.

Finally, as if offering a sacrifice, he handed it to Jeming, tearfully mumbling, "A bet’s a bet... I lost this time, only a real strong person is worthy of wielding the axe! It... it’s yours now!"

Jeming confusedly took the heavy, cold axe.

It felt solid in his hand, the blade gleaming, clearly a finely crafted weapon.

The former bully, his face awash with tears, pointed at Jeming and declared to everyone, "From today! Jeming is the new bully of our freshman class!"

"Wait, what kind of bully are you talking about? Is it like a study bully?!" Jeming felt his brain go blank as he internally ranted.

He wiped away a tear and defiantly declared, "Just wait! I will study hard and eventually win that axe back!"

The surrounding erupted in cheers and applause. Amy hopped excitedly, "Yay! Jeming, you’re the new school bully!"

Even Victor broke into a rare faint smile of approval.

"...Huh?"

Jeming stood there holding the axe, amidst the cheering crowd, looking at the tearful former bully and his excited companions. He felt an indescribable, overwhelmingly absurd sense threatening to swallow him whole.

Despite considering himself well-versed, having participated in plane wars more than once or twice, faced with this situation, Jeming was still left bewildered.

Looking at the axe in his hand and the desolate, stumbling figure of the departing bully, Jeming felt a whirlwind of questions in his mind.

...What kind of crazy place is this plane?!!