Hearing the female student's comment, Christian stopped grinning immediately. He didn't realize his innocent smile appeared stupid to others.
'It seems they really don't have much of an aesthetic sense.'
While muttering to himself and thinking about what they said, Christian recalled how he'd occasionally overheard his classmates mentioning him when he got perfect marks previously. But something like today, where they so clearly pointed fingers at him, was a first.
While he didn't care about them, he still briefly entertained the idea of face-slapping them, though he ultimately decided against it. However, Christian couldn't help but think that the math teacher deserved a similar taste of being pointed at later.
After the little episode of overhearing his classmates' chatter, the school day continued, indifferent to everyone's feelings.
And finally, it was time for the math class, or more accurately, the math exam.
After entering the class, the math teacher said a few words, explaining how this exam was a repeat of the previous one, along with some other details, while also giving him a sharp glare.
He also introduced another teacher, who had come specifically for Christian.
But Christian wasn't fazed at all; he simply glanced at the exam sheet in front of him.
Christian immediately realized that this exam was much harder than the previous one, and even the final exam might not be this difficult.
Shrugging, he started solving the problems anyway, finishing them quickly and easily.
But after he finished the exam in short time and looked at the other teacher in front of him, he noticed the teacher was staring at him oddly.
Christian ignored him and thought about the something he had just remembered today. Or was reminded of.
And that was the final exams, which were actually very near, and he didn't have that many classes left. Today was April 18th, so probably by the end of the next week, classes would likely stop to allow students to prepare for the final exams.
That means he doesn't have much time and needs to execute his plans quickly, as he can't afford to wait much longer.
Even with everything happening lately, he really didn't know how he had forgotten about the final exams.
While Christian was deep in thought, calculating whether it was feasible to publish what he had prepared sooner, the exam period finally came to an end.
When the math teacher gathered all the exam sheets from the students, he gave them some encouraging words for the upcoming final exams and then left.
And the students finally erupted.
"How the fuck was that just a normal exam, something like quiz. When it seemed it would be even more difficult than the final one."
"How the hell was that just a normal exam, like a quiz? When it seemed even the final one wouldn't be more difficult!"
While someone echoed the same comment Christian had thought of earlier. The frustration around him was palpable, with many students expressing their dissatisfaction, and one female student even crying after performing very poorly on the exam.
Christian began to wonder if this exam would be given for a third time, as he didn't think the content made any logical sense.
And more importantly, with an exam this hard, how long would it take for him to announce the results?
Even Christian, like all his classmates, was filled with frustration over the exam, though his reasons were different.
Even with all his complaints bubbling inside, the next class began, and time passed quickly.
Now, on his way home from school, Christian had finally arrived at a decision. He would wait a maximum of two days; if the results weren't announced by Thursday, he would start his plans on Friday regardless.
And now he had another justification, or more like an excuse: with this new exam, many students would hold a grudge against him, even if it was for a petty reason like the exam being difficult.
So if something happened, it could serve as a cover for him, even if it was only a flimsy one. It was still better than nothing.
Most importantly, he wanted to believe that not everything about the exam today was bad, and there was a saving grace in it.
Even during these past two days, nothing of importance happened. The murmurs about how he cheated and his suspension, which had been posted on the notice board apparently, had died down. Most students were now focused on their school life as the final exams were near.
And today, even by the end of classes, no scores for the math exam were announced. So Christian finally decided to go ahead with his plans.
He first deleted everything related to the school, including his searches, hacking activities, and other files from his computer.
He removed everything related to program hacking from his computer. He even considered breaking it and buying a new one, but feared it might have the opposite effect. So, in the end, he decided against it.
Luckily, the digital textbooks he bought online before were all about trading, and for his bodybuilding, he hadn't purchased any programming books yet. He had opted to obtain those through hacking.
He also decided that the best time to execute his plan would be tomorrow, just a few minutes before the fourth class ended, which would be followed by the lunch break. He considered this timing to be the most appropriate.
After ensuring everything he had prepared was correct, Christian set it up to be sent to all the school staff accounts, the school website, and all the students. He also arranged for the announcement to appear on all possible screens in the school, including an audio announcement, timed for when he would be in class with everyone else, giving him an even stronger alibi.
While he knew it was impossible for his actions to be traced back to him, it was always better to be more careful.