Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1100: She Is the Provincial Top Scholar

Tang Xue and Li Juan were still fumbling for a way to change the subject, to deflect attention and spare Gu Zi from further embarrassment. But then they heard those words, and they froze in shock. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Full marks in the foreign language exam? That was beyond impressive. They had assumed Gu Zi’s entry into the university had been some kind of privilege bought by her husband. After all, Gu Zi hardly seemed to dedicate any time to her studies, and anyone who got in on their own merit wouldn’t be so indifferent to their academics.

But it turned out, Gu Zi was a linguistic prodigy, an absolute high achiever.

Zhao Ling, in particular, could hardly believe her ears. She stared at Gu Zi, utterly disbelieving. "You scored a perfect 100 in the foreign language exam? How is that possible? There are hardly any perfect scorers in the entire country!"

To Zhao Ling, Gu Zi was little more than a shallow, short-sighted woman who had married early and seemed to care for nothing but her looks. What good was she, other than being attractive? The idea that she could have aced a foreign language exam seemed impossible. Who could believe it?

Gu Zi, however, didn’t engage in any further explanation. She simply offered, "You can check with the lecturer if you don’t believe me."

On the first day of school, the university had invited Gu Zi to give a speech, but she had declined. She didn’t want to make a spectacle of herself, especially since she wasn’t planning to stay long at university. Now, it seemed, people were questioning her ability to keep up.

Zhao Ling was clearly eager to make trouble for her, but Gu Zi had no interest in indulging her. With that, she walked away, heading straight for her bed.

Zhao Ling remained silent, sitting back down at her desk, her gaze fixed on the three wrong questions in her textbook. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t achieve perfection.

How could Gu Zi manage it? It didn’t make sense. She refused to believe it.

Later that afternoon, after class, Tang Xue and Li Juan cornered Gu Zi. Tang Xue smiled, a little too sweetly, and said, "Gu Zi, about what I mentioned at lunch, have you thought it over?"

Gu Zi looked at them, confused, before replying, "You mean the mixer? I told you already, I’m not going."

Tang Xue pressed on, trying to soften her tone. "Gu Zi, come on, just come with us. Honestly, I was hoping you could help us figure out if there are any good guys worth meeting. You don’t have to do anything, just come along for the ride. We’ll even treat you to lunch tomorrow as a thank you."

Tang Xue was confident. She had her experience to draw on—after all, despite Gu Zi’s husband being older, he was wealthy and handsome, and treated her well. She believed Gu Zi’s choice of partner was worth emulating. She knew that Chen Xi, despite his feelings for her, was too immature to rely on, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep options open.

Gu Zi, however, wasn’t fooled. She wasn’t in the business of playing matchmaker, especially when Tang Xue was so obviously still toying with Chen Xi.

Gu Zi couldn’t help but wonder if Tang Xue had come to university for her studies—or for a matchmaking venture. She simply replied, "I really don’t want to go. I’m leaving now."

Without giving them a chance to persuade her further, Gu Zi grabbed her books and made her way out. Tang Xue, irritated, turned to Li Juan and muttered, "I can’t believe we considered her a friend. She wouldn’t even help with this, so cold-hearted."

Li Juan furrowed her brow, but said nothing, her eyes following Gu Zi as she left. She had hoped that having someone as beautiful as Gu Zi with them would make their group the star attraction at the mixer. With her looks, Li Juan had always been overshadowed by the likes of Gu Zi and Tang Xue. Now, she had no hope at all.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling had headed straight to the office after class, eager to confirm what she had heard. Everyone knew she was a diligent student, and the lecturer recognized her for her hard work.

When Zhao Ling walked in, the lecturer smiled, "Zhao Ling, aren’t you supposed to be at home studying? What brings you here?"

Zhao Ling wasted no time. "I heard there’s a student in our class who got a perfect score in the foreign language section of the university entrance exam. Is that true?"

The lecturer, assuming Zhao Ling was asking about the top provincial scorer, smiled knowingly. "Yes, indeed. You’re in luck—our provincial top scorer happens to be in your dorm. You should take the opportunity to ask her for tips on your studies. It could make a huge difference in your performance."

Zhao Ling froze, not expecting this response. She had only come to verify if Gu Zi was lying, not to hear about the province’s top scorer. She knew Tang Xue and Li Juan’s total score didn’t even compare to Gu Zi’s, so the idea that a provincial top scorer was in their dorm seemed strange.

Still, curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "The provincial top scorer? Who is it?"

The lecturer took a sip of water before answering, "It’s Gu Zi, of course. She was personally recruited by the school’s leadership. Her acceptance letter wasn’t even mailed—an esteemed professor delivered it to her in person. She scored perfect scores in several subjects. I heard she even taught foreign languages at a prestigious school back in her hometown. She’s incredibly capable. Originally, we wanted her to give a speech at the freshman orientation, but she declined—she’s a humble one."