Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!

Chapter 327 - 325: Genius Notes Released, Su Jiaojiao Gets Slapped in the Face!

"Have you heard? That so-called ’Genius Notes’ by Lin Wan Yi are completely fabricated."

In the second cafeteria, Su Jiaojiao raised her voice while poking at the cabbage in her lunchbox with a spoon.

A few girls from her dormitory sat around her, all ears.

"That Soviet textbook is just so tough, filled with innumerable data that even Dean Li needs to check the book for it. On what grounds does Lin Wan Yi claim she can recite it by heart and even optimize it?" Su Jiaojiao sneered, picking out a piece of fatty meat and tossing it onto the table as if discarding something filthy. "I think she just wants to lead everyone astray. When everyone fails, she’ll stand out as the ’top student’."

The girls exchanged glances, pausing with their chopsticks in mid-air.

"Jiaojiao, no way, right? This concerns the entire class’s grades."

"You can never truly know someone." Su Jiaojiao lowered her voice, speaking with a sense of mystery. "I heard her family used to be capitalists, people from that background are crafty. If you fall for her tricks, be prepared for retakes."

Like rumors grew wings, spreading throughout the Agricultural College in less than half a day.

...

At this time, in the Gu Family study room.

The curtains were drawn tightly.

Lin Wan Yi swiftly entered the space.

It was always spring inside, with the spiritual spring exuding a steaming mist. She didn’t take a bath, instead, she used an enamel cup to scoop a drink of the spring water and gulped it down.

The sweet, crisp water flowed down her throat, transforming into a cool stream of energy, rushing straight to the top of her head.

The soreness and fatigue from days of staying up late dissipated instantly.

Her mind became clearer than ever before.

The dull genetics formulas and complex maps of chromosomal variations appeared vividly in her mind like frames of film.

Lin Wan Yi sat down at her desk, spreading out a large sheet of white paper.

She didn’t need to consult any books because the book was already in her head.

Her fountain pen, filled with ink, swiftly danced across the paper.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The sound of the pen nib gliding over the paper was particularly pleasing in the silent space.

"Here, the original book’s derivation process for dominant genes is too cumbersome. Remove three steps and derive directly with a punnett square."

"Here, the Soviet expert’s case uses arctic wheat, which doesn’t fit domestic conditions, replace it with rice data."

Lin Wan Yi wrote while annotating alongside.

The most impressive was the illustrations.

She picked up a ruler and compass.

With a few strokes, a standard late-stage diagram of plant cell mitosis came alive on the paper. The direction of chromosome movement and distribution of spindle fibers were precise like a print, but more intuitive than a print.

She marked key parts with a red pen, adding a rhyme beside it: "Membrane and nucleolus disappear, two bodies reveal, form definite, number distinct, equator aligned."

The originally obscure biological process became lively and intriguing at once.

An entire night.

Lin Wan Yi did not stop writing.

That cup of spiritual spring water kept her going, like a perpetual motion machine, seemingly tireless.

Early the next morning.

The classroom was bustling.

Lin Wan Yi walked in with a backpack, carrying a heavy fabric bag.

She walked to the podium and placed the bag on the desk.

"The notes are sorted out," her voice was a bit hoarse, but her eyes were astonishingly bright, "A total of forty-five pages, covering all the key points. Anyone who wants a copy, sign up now."

"I want one!"

The girl with the braids was the first to rush up, slapping two cents and two food stamps on the table. "This is for the mimeograph and paper costs!"

"I want one too!"

"Count me in!"

More than half the class gathered around. Regardless of the rumors, at this point, trying out the seemingly impossible seemed like the only option.

Su Jiaojiao sat in the back row, watching the scene coldly.

"A bunch of fools." She crossed her arms and said to her roommates beside her, "Spending money on waste paper and even adding food stamps, it’s like being sold and counting out the money for the seller."

The three girls beside her hesitated.

They had originally planned to go and pay, but after hearing Su Jiaojiao’s words, they held back the small bills in their hands.

"Jiaojiao is right, what if it’s just nonsense? Memorizing it might confuse us more."

"Exactly, it’s more reliable to review our own notes."

In the end, these girls didn’t move.

Lin Wan Yi wrote down each name in her notebook and collected the money and tickets.

She looked up and glanced at Su Jiaojiao and her group, who were sitting still in the back row.

"Anyone else?" she asked.

Su Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and snorted through her nose, "Lin Wan Yi, cut the act. Keep your so-called notes for yourself. We’re not falling for it."

Lin Wan Yi closed her notebook, "Alright."

Not a word more was wasted.

She picked up the bag and turned to walk out, "Printing tonight, distributing tomorrow."

...

Three days later.

With only twenty-four hours left until the final exam.

The classroom was filled with an atmosphere so tense it was suffocating.

Lin Wan Yi came in hugging a stack of freshly printed notes that still smelled of ink.

They were printed on the cheapest type of yellow straw paper, bound with a hand-sewn cotton thread.

"Distribute these."

She passed the notes to a student in the front row.

The notes circulated along the desks.

The boy in the first row casually flipped open to the first page.

The next moment.

His eyes widened.

"Oh shit..."

A swear escaped his lips.

What were these notes?

They were artwork!

The handwriting was as neat as a copybook, with each piece of knowledge grouped together clearly with brackets. The most astonishing were the diagrams.

The previously dark, indistinct chromosomal variation diagram in the textbook was broken down into three sequential illustrations here.

First illustration: Normal state.

Second illustration: Breakage after radiation exposure.

Third illustration: Incorrect recombination.

A short note beside it read: "Like a mismatched puzzle, head connected to feet, feet connected to head."

The boy slapped his thigh abruptly, "Now I get it! So that’s what inversion means! I read through the book three times and still didn’t get it, but this picture makes it obvious!"

Exclamations arose one after another.

"Oh my gosh, this genetic illustration is unbelievable!"

"Who came up with this rhyme? It’s so easy to remember!"

"These were really compiled in three days? Better than the textbook!"

Originally, students painstakingly memorizing materials were now clutching the yellow straw paper notes like rare treasures. The classroom was filled only with the sound of page-flipping and suppressed expressions of amazement.

Su Jiaojiao sat in the corner, listening to the commotion around her, feeling distressed as if her heart were being clawed at by a cat.

Could it really be that good?

She didn’t believe it.

She signaled to a girl sitting next to her. The girl, who also hadn’t bought the notes earlier, was now craning her neck to sneak peeks at the notes in front.

"Hey, can I take a quick look?" the girl audaciously tapped the shoulder of the student in front.

The front student was the girl with the braids.

She guarded the notes in her embrace, as if they were precious treasures, "No borrowing. Earlier, Classmate Lin said these notes are only for those who trust her. Didn’t you say they were just waste paper?"

"Exactly, earlier you wouldn’t pay two cents, now you expect a free look?" others chimed in.

The girl’s face flushed red, and she sheepishly withdrew.

Su Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and took out an old textbook from her bag. It was a borrowed old edition from the teacher’s college next door, obscure and densely packed in type.

She tried to focus on it, but all she could hear were her classmates discussing the notes.

"This question is definitely going to be tested! Late Yi marked it with five stars!"

"This formula can actually be simplified! Amazing!"

Each sentence felt like a slap to Su Jiaojiao’s face.

She looked at the textbook in her hands, as if the words were mocking her.

"Jiaojiao..." Her roommate beside her was almost in tears, "What are we going to do? Seeing them so engrossed in memorizing makes me anxious."

Su Jiaojiao slammed the book down on the desk, "What are you panicking about?! A lousy set of notes can decide life or death? I refuse to believe she can predict the test questions!"

Though she said that, she glanced at the straight-backed figure in the front, who was busy explaining a question to a classmate, and "snap," the pencil in her hand was broken by force.

The chill seeping from her heart was colder than the northern wind outside.

It seemed she had truly lost.

And she lost thoroughly.