After Rebirth, the Celebrity Daughter is the Medical Expert!-Chapter 92 - 66: Academic Genius

When Zhang Xuan appeared at the entrance of the international class, the homeroom meeting was halfway through.

Her arrival made many boys in the classroom smile, and a few even cheered, whistling.

"Hello, teacher. Sorry, I’m late." The girl’s voice was sweet, and her apology sounded sincere.

She stood obediently at the door with her backpack.

She wore the finely tailored Deane School uniform neatly: a white shirt, a super-short skirt, black knee-high socks embracing her slender legs, black mid-heel leather shoes spotless without a speck of dust, and her soft, long hair cascading loosely down her slender back. Her complexion was fair, and her features were delicate.

It was the typical first love face, the kind perfect for a teen idol drama—just a shy smile could easily win people over.

The most striking feature on her face was her slightly rounded apricot eyes, looking at people as if speaking, shimmering with a pool of spring water. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

No wonder she was famous as a beauty since middle school at Deane School. The classmates who didn’t know Zhang Xuan couldn’t help but secretly praise her upon seeing her.

The homeroom teacher, being a sucker for good looks, was delighted to see the little beauty and smiled as she invited Zhang Xuan into the classroom.

However, Zhang Xuan didn’t enter immediately; she hesitated at the classroom door.

Her hesitation prompted classmates to glance toward the third row in the fourth group of desks.

The homeroom teacher, seeing Zhang Xuan for the first time and not as familiar with her as the old classmates, asked in slight confusion, "Why not come in?"

Zhang Xuan smiled apologetically at the teacher: "Sorry."

After speaking, she entered the classroom and stood beside the desk in the third row of the fourth group, "Excuse me, classmate, could you let me sit beside you, please?"

She addressed the boy sitting there, who was engrossed in his book.

Her voice was sweet and gentle, making any boy who heard it inclined to look up and soften their demeanor.

However, the boy in front of her didn’t look up; he simply moved his chair forward.

He really just made space for her to pass.

Zhang Xuan was known for her beauty and sweet voice, always treated as a little princess by the boys in her class. When had she ever encountered such indifference from a boy?

She thought: "Must be a new student who hasn’t seen me before."

After she sat down, the homeroom teacher continued the meeting, and she turned to look at the boy beside her again, speaking softly: "Hello, I’m Zhang Xuan. What’s your name?"

As she finished speaking and saw the boy’s profile, she froze.

The boy’s profile was defined and smooth, with a prominent nose. The curves of his face were so impeccably crafted that it seemed like it had been especially sculpted by Nuwa during her creation.

As long his eyes aren’t a letdown, this would be an impeccable handsome face.

The boy’s presence was particularly unique, exuding a chilly aura, like frost on autumn maple branches—cold and proud.

Though she spoke kindly to him, he didn’t even turn to look at her nor did he utter a word.

Zhang Xuan also had her pride, so she didn’t speak a second time but turned to pretend to listen earnestly to the homeroom teacher while half of her thoughts were on the new deskmate beside her.

The homeroom teacher finished discussing the important points for the start of the semester, and next, it was time for the self-introduction segment in the homeroom class.

Many of the international class students knew each other.

So they started to stir: "Teacher, we know most of each other, can we skip the introductions? It’s awkward. How about having the students who transferred from other schools talk instead?"

"Yes, yes." The former Deane School students unanimously agreed with this proposal.

Believing herself to be quite democratic (and unable to be anything but democratic in front of a group of privileged students), the homeroom teacher smiled and asked the students who didn’t come from Deane School, "Are you willing to come up and introduce yourselves first?"

Although she asked all non-Deane School students, her encouraging gaze particularly fell on Shi Wangyue.

After all, he was the top scorer in the city’s high school entrance exam and so handsome, she really couldn’t help but glance at him twice, hoping he would lead and set an example for the class.

Shi Wangyue, being looked at, neither agreed nor disagreed, remaining calm and silent under her gaze.

This atmosphere made the other students feel embarrassed for their teacher.

Meanwhile, in this short homeroom class, all the international class students realized that this especially good-looking and unfamiliar boy wasn’t easy to talk to and could be considered aloof.

After watching the boy in silence for a while without a response, the homeroom teacher herself felt a bit awkward, quickly turning to directly name another short-haired, tall, slim girl nearby Shi Wangyue to stand up and introduce herself.

"Zhuang Yijing, you weren’t from Deane School before, would you like to come up and let your classmates get to know you?"

The international class students watched as the short-haired girl named Zhuang Yijing walked up cheerfully.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhuang Yijing, gender female, interest male, please take care of me in the future."

The tall, slim girl was cheerful, her personality seemed straightforward as she confidently introduced herself and then returned with a big smile.

With one new student breaking the ice, others followed suit, introducing themselves to the entire class.

Some did their introductions on stage, while others spoke from their seats.

Shi Wangyue was the last to rise; he stood in his spot, calm-faced, and looked ahead, saying five words: "I am Shi Wangyue."

After finishing, he sat back down.

Apart from his name, he said nothing else, leaving his classmates with a deeper understanding of his reticence.

However, despite his silence, his classmates learned from the teacher’s enthusiastic supplementary introductions that he was poached from Third School with a hefty investment as the city’s top scorer in the high school entrance exam. He was one or two years younger than his classmates, was not yet fifteen, skipped grades in elementary school, and ranked first every year—a prodigy.

"Ah, so he’s a genius, no wonder he’s so aloof."

Listening to the teacher’s additional introduction, students in the international class who initially thought the boy’s extreme coldness made him unlikeable quickly found a valid reason for his aloofness and no longer found his indifference strange.

He’s a genius, always a bit quirky.

Besides, he’s such a handsome and young genius?! 1314