She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 334

Clayton's words were fair and reasonable, ensuring absolute impartiality. Cyrilla, however, was backed into a corner she couldn't escape. She shot a desperate, pleading look at Hallie, but Hallie was a cauldron of anxiety herself, completely out of ideas.

All she could do was reassure herself that as long as Loyce’s questions stayed within the high school curriculum, Cyrilla would be able to answer them. She had taught her everything.

Loyce’s gaze swept calmly over Cyrilla, devoid of mockery, filled only with a detached, all-knowing clarity.

She raised the microphone, her voice as steady and clear as a judge delivering a verdict.

“Cyrilla, listen carefully to the question.”

Loyce posed a problem of standard Ace Class difficulty, similar in type to the final bonus question on the monthly exam. It even used the same differentiation formula.

The moment she heard it, Giselle knew how to solve it. While Cyrilla was still staring blankly, Giselle had already picked up her pen and scribbled down the answer.

Loyce took the answer sheet, confirmed it was correct, and passed it to the Ace Class teachers below, who all nodded in affirmation.

And Cyrilla? She hunched over her scrap paper, writing down various formulas, her calculations growing more and more convoluted and chaotic.

When time was up and the paper was taken from her, her fingers felt numb. She knew her answer was wrong, but under the intense scrutiny of the crowd, she couldn't stop herself from making one last desperate defense by trying to drag Giselle down with her.

“I don’t think this is fair either! How do we know you and Giselle didn’t plan this last night? She answered it way too fast!”

A suffocating silence fell over the auditorium. All eyes were fixed on the giant screen. On the left was Cyrilla’s chaotic scrawl of crossed-out, erroneous formulas from her live attempt. On the right was the neat, clear solution from her exam paper—the very paper that had been hailed as proof of her “skill.”

Loyce’s words—“I only changed the wording and a few numbers”—cut straight through Cyrilla’s entire defense.

The comparison on the screen was so stark that even students who weren’t in the Ace Class could understand.

“Does this require any further explanation?” Loyce’s voice was quiet, but it landed like a hammer blow on Cyrilla’s heart. She pointed at the pathetic contrast on the screen.

“The same solution method, with only the particle type and a few parameters changed, yet one was answered almost instantly while the other looks like you've never seen it before. Cyrilla, is this your so-called hard work? Is this a reflection of your solid foundation? Where, exactly, did that perfect answer of yours come from?”